Between the predisposition to the Absolute, and the red walls of the labyrinth, the paths that lead to the meaning vary. And, whether the letter is a sword, a candlestick, or a wall-- the truth is farther...
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Baghdad, Iraq
« There you are returning to her once more. You never knew how many times you left and how many times you said you would never go back to her. » —Sadek Mohammah, Archaeology of Scorched Cities
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To those days--bombing monuments… 1 media_text
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She works meticulously, inserting the tip of the needle into a small gap of wool, looping the yarn around the second needle. Her eyes never blink, they are intently focused as she purses her lips and observes the... media_text
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When a man begets war and doesn't know what to do with it, should he bathe it? Should he clothe it? Should he feed it? Should he comb its hair and send it with its siblings to school? ... media_text
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It comes to me That I may see what is unseen It comes to me media_text
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Pollution The prostitute, at the front of the street The prostitute, at the front of the street, approaches media_text
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Theft When he woke up from his dream When he returned from his sadness Transitory Experience... media_text
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Story of (that) time Story of that time; like tyrants who gargle in the depth ; in the (wood’s quiet) we were, night was in us; maybe we were stars, maybe we carried our clothes to where the river enters.... media_text
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To my father & also to Mike You will find Dates are media_text
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Baby… media_text
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Eternity Surgical ward And here we are media_text
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