There are weeks when you have nothing to write—not because events are lacking, but because everything feels the same. Looking back over these ten months of 2025, you realize—or simply feel—that nothing moves. Except for Trump, of course, who decided to play again with nuclear weapons because all his other games had exhausted him. A collective fatigue hangs in the air alongside seasonal viruses making their rounds in this sickly, semi-summer setting, for the whims of which a dozen meteorologists compete daily on social media.

You don’t know if you’re worn out because your immune system saw COVID-19 again and panicked, or because someone is calling to ask whether you prefer Mitsotakis or chaos.

And yet, it’s not just a feeling. According to opinion polls (Marc, Metron Analysis, Pulse), over 60% of citizens report feeling disappointed or tired of the political system, while nearly half believe that “nothing changes in the country.”

Then the OECD comes along with some data that makes you say, “We’re doing fine.” According to its latest figures, Greece has the lowest rate of mild and moderate depressive symptoms: just 6%, compared with the 19.3% global average.

Could it be that Kyriakos Mitsotakis, aside from the chaos, is also the answer to the stress and the money we spend on cognitive therapy—or that the oxygen for meditation is going to waste?

Fatigue is visible everywhere, including in news consumption. If it weren’t for the announcement about the closure of 204 ELTA post offices, the news of the week would have been how much of Sydney Sweeney’s chest was visible (note: a lot) at an event on women’s empowerment.

How many pre-election years can the average Greek endure, and how many invisible sheep in fake pastures must one count before falling asleep? It has become obvious from every angle that we are dragging ourselves—and the country—into 2026, which will be an unlimited pre-election chaos, full of street-style rhetoric, dressed in the worn-out uniform of anti-establishment sentiment.

The promises made at the Thessaloniki International Fair for projects and reforms by the end of the term sound like distant songs from another life, while the real life of parliament surpasses every limit in its effort to draw attention from the 41 science-builders of the Tsipras Institute.

You no longer know where to sit down for a moment to rest from this monotonous fatigue.

Perhaps we should settle into the empty PASOK chair until someone wakes us up?