I fell in love with the film Burn After Reading, and took a liking in actress Tilda Swinton. I did not delve too deeply into her acting career, as is characteristic of me. I wait for things to sink in before I become obsessive in my pursuit to find out more about people, places, and events. But I felt that, in her various films and her peculiar style, that she wasn't typical. Typical in the sense, oblivious or prone to fab and fame in the most ignorant sense of what fame can mean for so many.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Of Sirens
"Of Sirens" is a short story I wrote about a commute I took from Ramallah to Nablus, as the men headed out early that morning to their jobs and obligations, the sighs and empty glances filled the bus as news of another bombing of Gaza was announced on radio. Just weaving through the Israeli settlements that litter the ancient road, we were slicing the identity of Palestine over the rumble of an old engine just about ready to give out.
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