We exist because beauty has always survived
what tried to erase it.
We are the longing that does not require leaving.
What does it mean to belong to a place you have never seen — and to long for it in a language you are still learning to speak?
To walk through an Arab city is to be educated by the senses before the mind has a chance to form an opinion. Colour comes first — then smell, then sound, layered and without hierarchy.
To walk through an Arab city is to be educated by the senses before the mind has a chance to form an opinion. Colour comes first — then smell, then sound, layered and without hierarchy.
To walk through an Arab city is to be educated by the senses before the mind has a chance to form an opinion. Colour comes first — then smell, then sound, layered and without hierarchy.
I write in the language they took from us — and the language they replaced it with. Both belong to me now. Neither one entirely.
The first public event of the platform — a vernissage combined with readings, screening, and a conversation with contributors.
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