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

almost everything

farewell lebanon, farewell

look at me

angry birds | shatila palestinian refugee camp

longings | wall detail, shatila palestinian refugee camp

electric nightmares | shatila palestinian refugee camp

ghost of memories past | 30th anniversary of the sabra and shatila massacres, shatila palestinian refugee camp

triple layered cake (hotel imprisonment and the acne of civil war)

alien environment

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…

<click>

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.

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

stare xiv | lebanese nun caring for a sick monk