Like the Cheese
More Giza.
Giza, backed up against Cairo’s suburbs and enveloped in smog.
The last of Alexandria.
Alexandria.
More Alexandria!
I’ve been super slow to update these, but here are some photos of Alexandria - the lustrous city of Cleopatra.
Egypt failed at making me okay with grime. So this is what I do with my ample unemployed time. I’m strangely proud and full of pity for myself currently.
Writing. The goal is to finish a chapter by the new year. I will write until I return.
Back.
Sand doesn’t get in my shoes anymore, it’s the bitter cold. Men wear pants and women have hair, coffee comes in sizes, and cities sleep. Garbage doesn’t gather aside people smoking sheesha in the streets, bleeding with stray kittens.The air is painfully cold, not heavy with sweat and pollution.
Cars come in sizes, trucks exist, horns are lonely.
Everything is exactly the same here, if you switched the details. If your eyes were out of focus, and there weren’t any glasses to correct them.
The memory of heat and colour fades into the grey of winter, and a white noise of yearning follows me, wondering when I will make it back to a place that understood me far better than I it.
My welcome to Canada brigade.
