By Fadi Abu Deeb
Sometimes, I am drenched by memories. No, wait!
They are not ordinary memories. They are something harder and more intricate.
They are a plethora of flashes of feelings, as if I am about to be swept by a blind river.
I am holding very tight to a shaking branch, but still not safe. Vulnerable, susceptible to countable fragments of images and sub-images invading my hardly-balanced aura.
I live on a boat without oars, and sailing on the face of light through the blank void.
Will I be left behind by the whole humankind while it is approaching equilibrium?
Am I a shadow of my real self, abandoned it somewhere and lost the way back? But this shadow has a life of its own. It has responsibilities and commitments, exactly like that abandoned soul.
So, how is it to be very real in two places?