Jimi Demetriou

Hi! I am a Human, have been since 1987. Apparently I have an INTP personality.

I currently run a furniture design and manufacturing company, castandgrain.com.

Things in which I should be doing more: cooking, writing music, pretending to work on AI, riding concrete bowls, growing food, practicing scales, maping ecological systems, recuiting others to help in the next phases. There is still much to do, godspeed. I am reachable at EMAILInstagram

Economics & Self Actualization. Mathematics of struggle, comfort and incentives Essay 2016

On punk rock, positive cash flow and the transitionary cliff Essay 2016

Democracy, Quality, Standard deviation and Progress Essay 2016

You had to be to work at eight
I liked when you left
Spent the morning in the backyard
Tea in a blue polka dotted cup
It was made in Poland
Nine chapeters into a book of long influence
Or was it you?

It was better at your house than mine
The light, and the windows. The garden
The residual impression left from the neighbors’
reggae, friends and associated synthesized catalyist(s)
but mostly
It was you

The day came and then was gone
And you left. And I left.

But have I?

the days work will pass before sundown



Idle, the behemoth starves
The desire of life fuels his consumption
Fed, his strength grows

When a blow to the heal only wavers his pace
Stitch a saddle and catch ride
Watch how he feeds and grow with his method

Mellow with the spoils and realize the bounds imposed from the leather beneath
Discover the power in position, perched on his back and satiate the meal before the lure.

One hundred eyes can not feel the weight of time in the calculated paths before them
Is it in this regard I suffer the burden of tragedy?
Or, does the self remain still yet, in excess in the equation?
Longing lingers
Stride continues

Oceans of complacency with rising seas
Mountains fall while remaining still
An ark can make no progress nor give reason to stitch sails
When the peaks are gone and the harbor vanished

Absent of leaves
The tree stands still
Listen for the spring

Cant you hear the calm winds drawing near?

A cord is pulled
Gasoline fuels the chains
Fire is extinguished

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