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Black and white, grain left in. I shoot the way I write — whatever’s actually in front of me, no arranging. The prints aren’t uploaded yet. Captions below are the ones waiting for their pictures. Canal at golden hour. The train li…
Black and white, grain left in. I shoot the way I write — whatever’s actually in front of me, no arranging.
- Canal at golden hour. The train line runs right over the water.
- Two readers, one bench, two very different books.
- Gravity is a suggestion. Museum of Illusions.
Grows as I add to it. See also: filmsfilms
Film is where I started, and it still shapes how I write — scene first, explanation later, and only if it earns its place. My soul cannot think without a picture. Echoes of Tantura short film — trailer out now Haifa, 22 May 1948. A Palestinian law student has his bags packed for Cairo and a train ti… and nownow
What I’m actually spending my time on at the moment, as opposed to what I’d like to claim I’m spending it on. writing Salsabil: The Blue Gold — drafting. The water-scarcity novel. Slow going, but the shape is finally there. Neanderthal — revising the second half, the one told in Kassandra’s voice. R….
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