These are new thoughts. A focus and a framework together yield photographic returns. Weather dictates: overcast skies shield this city from the heat of the sun, allowing a morning walk through the paper market at ‘Ataba. Vitals are restored.
A song of complaint is filed at the Cairo Central Post Office. Stamps are admired and purchased for use of the postal service. Everything is in relative order. But you insist it lacks beauty – asymmetrically speaking, my visual pleasure has multiplied.
Multiple points of interest, no center. I see the road ahead; I see the contents of my internal organs. I see the arrival of refugees, and I see new cultural production. I see you and her and him. I see an empty room. I enter the room and close my eyes for siesta.