Fate is a mystical thing. As I mentioned, I'm moving in with Ulster and cleaning up my apartment I come across lose change. Except mine is change from seven countries/ zones:
UAE, Syria, Jordan, Eurozone, US, Morocco, Kuwait
How would I have known 10 years ago that I'd be here and have accumulated such a rich history. Rich, why? Because with every one of these countries, there's this strong, very strong, impression that is truly visceral.
UAE- Dubai, Abu Dhabi, need I say more? OK, it's the power and wealth in sun-scorched environs. But it's also promise and expectations and the slippery slope of lust!
Syria- Phoning up my ex in a hostel in the old city and having him get annoyed; Really the beginning of the end for me emotionally with that one. The deserted Jewish quarter. The markets, the friendly locals and the companionship of a certain diminutive Italian lady.
Need I continue??
Jenius can relate to this. We're both obsessed with memory and passions and epiphanies, an indulgence I only allow myself really when I'm with her or interacting with her. It's a drowning feeling and I have to be in the mood.
So, fate, like I was saying, who would've known that 10 years after I watch the Twin Towers collapse in my mother's den that I would end up over here in the armpit of the Middle East? And that I'd find love here! Sheesh.
Jenius does understand this. It's too bad one doesn't allow more time to really "indulge" in memories and passions and the resulting epiphanies. Jenius recommends doing it more often, if possible.
ReplyDeletePassion is happiness. A more unbridled one, perhaps. Jenius has its own hangups with unbridled things, loss of control or feelings of that nature. They are important to create a life, to create art. That's not just a cliché. It is a "drowning feeling" (great description, Double Cell) but brings things into clarity too. Experiences that we actually go through become, through remembering, all-consuming and real again.
We must remember our pasts and think about how we remember them.