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بين ذكريات الكون و جدلية البعث

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Mute

“Words don’t come easy..” this song has been repeating in my head since morning, for some reason today i felt that i totally understand whoever was singing, they are not, not easy at all. We are slaves of every word we say, the super psychological experience and the very deep thinking you’ve been doing means absolutely nothing if you can’t put it into words, only then it will sound as pathetic as it really is.

“I understand”, after 2 hours of word puking this is all you have to say, frankly I don’t think you do, in fact you don’t even know what I’m talking about, and by god i am not underestimating your intelligence, what goes on in my mind is nothing supernatural, but as soon as it grows out of my mouth, it takes the shape of something familiar, something you’ve heard before, perhaps in a movie, maybe you’ve actually used the same words to describe something totally different, thus you think you understand.........i don’t really blame you, this is the purpose of language in the first place, communication , we have to minimize and compress what we want to communicate, put it into few words that the other can relate to, we always try to reach this state of “I understand you” that technically doesn’t exist. Words are just references...

To the stranger who likes Kafka,

The intention was not to impress you, I only thought you’d understand

I Color

a sky that is destined to be grey

B-B

"computer-generated image released by the European Space Agency (ESA)

on April 15 shows trackable objects in Low Earth Orbit (LOE) around Earth

from the North Pole"

"At this moment the entire group of people broke into a deep, slow, rhythmic chant of 'B-B! .... B-B! .... B-B!'—over and over again, very slowly, with a long pause between the first 'B' and the second—a heavy murmurous sound, somehow curiously savage, in the background of which one seemed to hear the stamps of naked feet and the throbbing of tom-toms. For perhaps as much as thirty seconds they kept it up. It was a refrain that was often heard in moments of overwhelming emotion. Partly it was a sort of hymn to the wisdom and majesty of Big Brother, but still more it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise." Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell

to a friend in Limbo

We constantly fall into the cursed gaps of time, what a long labyrinth mind is, we remember, then we forget, we don’t forget, and then we recall. We are here, we are right here, we are 10 years ago, right here, and we are beyond, right here….

It’s the hand of a stranger that pushed you to face your loneliness, admit it , and then actually be in love with it, “aren’t we all lonely?” , well..you got that right

we were running, sometimes it was away, “sumtimes” it was towards, doesn’t really matter. We moved parallel to each other, separated by a great wall, I don’t understand you sometimes, I just smile… “how to disappear completely”, I think you finally did it, you…the unnamed silhouette of my mind, that negative space amid all the artificial colors , uncontrolled,” freewill is a big lie”, sometimes…..you're just right

It’s the little silly stories you chose to remember, that reassure me that I was, that I am =)