… and nobody remembers me

I’m the daughter of the mother I’m the father’s son

in eternity of eternity …

the beginnings of the end are united

I go along with the grenade rope

I’m the game

I’m the arena I’m the spectator

I’m the target

in infinity of eternity near

encounters and losses …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CbClqidMjNU

Hidden Tribe – Out of Sight Out of Mind

Ph : Noelle Oszvald

I long ago abandoned myself to a blind lust for the written word. Literature is my sandbox. In it I play, build my forts and castles, spend glorious time. It is the world outside that box that gives me trouble. I have adapted tamely, though not conventionally, to this visible world so I can retreat without much inconvenience into my inner world of books.

– Rabih Alameddine –