The Persistence of Memory

Apologies, Dalí.

Minding gaps

(Quiet)

Sometimes, it pays to really, truly appreciate the lush, red carpets and amber lighting, the oaken furnishings, the clipped echoes of eager footsteps trotting along long, candle-lit corridors. It pays to let the strains of music flow over you like a park fountain in summer. It pays to quell the fury within.

Rivers of steam

Because everything has a shelf life.

In the peak of summer, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible crabbiness.

Symmetry

(It was with great astonishment that I realised this morning that I'd completely forgotten to throw in the handful of words and pictures I'd diligently stashed away in a Word document about Cairo here. Clearly, this oversight is earth-shattering.
*straightface*)

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Cairo suddenly feels a million miles ago…