Incoherence or paradigm
I am thinking of the color of the flag I want to hold, as I announce my complete surrender to reality. Going through the airport as a Palestinian remains like a real suspicious item that makes you at some point seriously suspect your own species.
This apparent fact of life of being an anomaly detected didn’t suppress my thoughts of surrender.
In a certain city ,I don’t remember, you stand infront of an old fountain and turn your head and throw a cent and make a wish. The cent would be thrown anyway, but the trick is in having the cent falling not just in the fountain but inside a specific place in that fountain in order to have your wish come true. I remember trying to throw as many cents that actually failed to even touch the fountain, and as usual I found the excuses, on…
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