Arts
This piece is published in collaboration with Widjan, a Beirut based literary magazine of prose by Arabs When she opened her eyes, all she could see in front of her was grey – the sky was vacant, the greenery that once surrounded the city, now turned to ash; all she could hear was the high-pitched […]
Arts
Why haven’t they arrived yet? I’m interested in listening to their story. Learning about their journey. Are they busy working on a new manuscript? Is the “writer” a novelist or a biographer? A playwright or a poet? It wouldn’t be good news if it’s the latter. I cannot endure a poet’s overinflated ego. Occasionally, I […]
Philosophy
The black market circuit of circulation between these anonymized users betray a paranoia not on the part of the prisoners in the video—who seem quite jolly, all things considered—but on the part of those users watching
Arts
I cannot recall, today, when exactly I began to wake up on the moon. I’m sure I wrote it off as a dream the first few times it happened and hastened back to sleep. Eventually the regularity of the occurrence, as well as a dash of insomnia, had me examine my surroundings. I would awaken […]
This piece is published in collaboration with Widjan, a Beirut based literary magazine of prose by Arabs When she opened her eyes, all she could see in front of her was grey – the sky was vacant, the greenery that once surrounded the city, now turned to ash; all she could hear was the high-pitched […]
Why haven’t they arrived yet? I’m interested in listening to their story. Learning about their journey. Are they busy working on a new manuscript? Is the “writer” a novelist or a biographer? A playwright or a poet? It wouldn’t be good news if it’s the latter. I cannot endure a poet’s overinflated ego. Occasionally, I […]
The black market circuit of circulation between these anonymized users betray a paranoia not on the part of the prisoners in the video—who seem quite jolly, all things considered—but on the part of those users watching
I cannot recall, today, when exactly I began to wake up on the moon. I’m sure I wrote it off as a dream the first few times it happened and hastened back to sleep. Eventually the regularity of the occurrence, as well as a dash of insomnia, had me examine my surroundings. I would awaken […]
When they ask what radicalised me, Tell them humanity never found its way and its still lost escaping the blame and pointless political charades When they ask what radicalised me, When they blamed the bullet for firing, the kid being in the line of fire and the bullet not getting out of his way, Never […]
Not a day goes by that I do not think about the transparent man who lived on my roof. I hesitate to share my experience as I have no insight, proof, or lesson to offer, yet for some reason I feel compelled to do so. I’ve always been a night-person. In Amman the night always […]
As addiction to computers, electronics, handheld mobile phones, tablets of various types, and novel drugs began to reach heights previously unforeseen, human interaction began to suffer. That is to say, as the world collectively went down the shitter, accompanied by choruses of “wow, things are really getting worse, huh,” humans retreated and receded away from […]
It was quite by accident that the Cloudwalker came to be. It was leaves and dust and sap and all the little things which cause sniffles and dirty glass moved together through wind and time; carried by the currents of the air and transported to the rolling snow fields of the clouds. Clouds, like smoke, […]
((راديو أحلام العصر)) is an ongoing project, the product of a sleepless night and its accompanying hysteria. It is a collection of absurd questions which seek to examine the intrusive thoughts so often discarded without being given their due. For many of these very few people answer in the same way, for the same reasons. […]
“There are many people who reach their conclusions about life like schoolboys: they cheat their master by copying the answer out of a book without having worked the sum out for themselves.” – Soren Kierkegaard All over the world today the public is taken advantage of; lied, stolen from, and browbeaten into averageness. The illusion […]