skeletons go to school

man

it’s been some time now since i’ve left egypt.

i was editing some work today and found this. this one. this photo.

i think back to the night of the one year anniversary of the egyptian revolution and wonder about that place. that slice of time, that moment where there was the hope that perhaps something still might change. that a young man could get up and spit his words and have the crowd listen. like the revolutionaries could defeat the deep state.

and i’ve been following the news, listening, reading. seeing the same images. wondering, wondering, wondering.

defaced | tombstone photograph, jewish cemetery, fes

renovación urbana

almost a practical joke

guardian of the subway

look at me

longings | wall detail, shatila palestinian refugee camp

electric nightmares | shatila palestinian refugee camp

george, drinking a small carton of pineapple juice, having completed my shave

where are my glasses

george, how long have you been in this shop?

how old are you?

thirty

take that and add sixteen years, that’s how long…

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what the fuck is wrong with my glasses?

they are my glasses

i thought my glasses were fucked

and we both laughed

cliff hanger

this is the third and final car that i found. all abandoned in the most unlikely of places. all of them driven off cliffs. 

the first two were in such remote locations that they would have been driven off-road for considerable distance before plunging to their final resting places. it was at least obvious, with this third car, where the road was.

it struck me that it would have been far easier to simply drive the cars into the forest and set them on fire.

but here, the car is king.

stare xiv | lebanese nun caring for a sick monk

brothers in arms

shipwreck beach

stare xi