LL4311 | abandoned train carriage, dire dawa railway station and workshops

colonial postcard

all my secrets are within a shit filled room

stacked, slightly leaning
and very still

no breath of air
and certainly no breath

just a big gulp
lifetime long

amongst the flap of pigeons

half a copper nail

postcard from madrid | objectos

postcard from barcelona

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.

far, far away

we shared two cigarettes and talked.

talked about justice, talked about language, and talked about honour. we talked about culture and exile and longing for home.

and a longing for a place that you left twenty-five years ago. and a longing for a place that lies beyond reach. and a longing, a longing for justice. 

mostly, i just listened.

music by sivan perwer, from his album xezal xezal

lebanese mountain confetti

hybrid bike

it went like this:

cool bicycle (using the formal arabic word for bicycle)

huh?

your bike, it’s cool. what is it called?

cycle. it’s called cycle (the name for bicycle in omani arabic)

it’s cool

thanks

how did you make it?

well, i took a big new cycle, then changed the front so it would be smaller

yeah

then i got iron added (a strip of iron wrapped around the back tire which makes an awesome noise when you drift the bike), then i painted it white, then i changed the colour and then i changed the handle bars

cool. i’ve never seen a cycle like this in all my life. it’s the coolest cycle ever

yeah (lit. ‘normal, normal’)

he rides off - almost hitting another cyclist - and drifts around the corner…

watch out!

yeah ('normal, normal’)

waste land

shipwreck beach

antique camera, old cairo

muchas gracias, metro line 4

hello ladies and gentlemen

i am a poor girl, i have

a child. i have no job

and i’m asking for help

so that i can have

food;

many thanks

high tide