In case you’re wondering: Aldrin is out and Eleutherios is in.
It was the day before Poppy Day when the son, brother, and friend known as Aldrin, author of this lazy arse blog, fucked up big time. Sinking into a pool of shame, guilt, and sadness, he descended into the abyss of his own making, and perished.
Just kidding. He isn’t dead–not literally, at least–but he is trying to resurrect himself from a figurative death as we speak.
Half a month after shutting people out from his then-dismal existence–on Lebanon’s independence day, no less–Aldrin decided to reconnect, taking the name of Eleutherios (ancient or modern pronunciation, doesn’t matter).
I am now Eleutherios.
Born again, through the fires of freedom and truth, though not in any evangelical or new-agey way. Halleloo.
Now, you can still call me by my old name, no problem, but it wouldn’t hurt if you called me Eleutherios, too.
The reason I decided to change my name is because it’s symbolic of what I’m…
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