BEIRUT DYING STARS
Walking in Beirut in the late 90s was like taking a tour of scents. If you sniffed too hard, you could detect the smells of dried blood, welding fumes and fresh vomit. Beirut smelled like the moon, a mix of fired gunpowder and lunar dust, the consequence of dying stars.
WHAT I LEARNED FROM MY FIRST FAILED SPONGE CAKE
My life is very terribly documented. Consequently, I have no interest in collectibles. It’s a curse but also a treasured possession. I can reinvent my childhood. My soft shadow just appears from time to time but memory is a kind of fiction. A vigorous attempt to retrieve it is never close to a triumph.
PUBLISHED IN Halcyon Exhibition Transart Berlin 2016
I come from Fluke where sound no longer exists. Some time ago, a group called ‘The Noise’ tried to recoup sound but epic failure resonated. ‘The Noise’ was exterminated shortly afterward and extricated from the nation’s memory. I was only thirty years old and at that age, memory was not yet monitored. Thirty here is equivalent to three in nearby earth. We, at Fluke, like to be singular.
I COME FROM FUTURE
I come from Future where humans are unusual and infrequent. My name is Ob20ZI in reference to Object 20ZI. In Future, names are a combination of initials and Ob’s perfect number. Everything here seems to be perfect. I walk in the streets and look in window displays to find a trace of my face.
Commissioned by Baryshnikov Arts Center to write
a story on pianist Tarek Yamani's work
ESSAY: SMART MOBS FOR AN EGYPTIAN CINEMATIC SPRING
'Middle Eastern Cinema has long been rooted with political and religious themes.
In the course of the ongoing so-called Arab Spring, the question remains would the
Middle Eastern film industry bloom or doom?'
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