Thanks, Alex

sometimes
shit goes down
that just
shit goin' down
that we never want to see again

Currently listening to...

Sam Sparro's "Black and Gold". Starscapes and moon cycles.

Two Months

until I burst into flames of joy. Moving back and feeling so excited, so ready, and a bit nervous... All of those expectations, where will they fall? Those past lives and future reflections, where will the meet?





"I hate farewells, don't you? And the terror of coming back to what is at once new and familiar, a reunion of two times chimed exactly that leaves us estranged from ourselves, staring at shadows trembling in the shade."

Sweet and Bitter Taste

Days spent at the Medina, stumbling into little shops full of dusty treasures. My wishlist consists of an old Tunisian lace wedding dress, a large traveling bag made of an old, brightly coloured rug, a giant bronze camel, hand-painted cerulean blue dishes, and giant patterned rugs.

Days spent at work, trudging up and down stairs in the Amideast buildings, drinking too many coffees and feeling exhausted.

Days spent with Hilary, cooking Mediterranean dishes and admiring her paintings and photographs.

Days spent learning Arabic script, an endless cycle of memorizing and forgetting.