All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. — GEORGE ORWELL
The urge to create is a fundamental expression of human existence, from the first cave fitted for living to the great symphonies and novels of the nineteenth century. This desire to construct was galvanized by the birth of consciousness and has been honed by natural selection ever since.
One year later it becomes officially a blog. After curating and expanding the blog alone for three years, in September 2013, I have gathered a group of friends and asked them if they would like to contribute to GZT.IC by establishing individual columns based on their own likes and passions while simultaneously maintaining the overall GZT.IC aesthetic.
The first post was up yesterday, written by dear friend Panayiotis Tofi for his GZT.IC column + Σώ:ματι κίνει