LEBANON. Beirut. 19 January 2020. The revolution is rising again. Same feeling of big wave swallowing me. Forgetting everything else. Not responding to e-mails. Not looking at myself in the mirror. It is weird how the place of the body changes in time of crises. (It is as if I erase its image. Also I wonder if people are having sex. A few months ago a friend told me that she needed to have sex so badly that she would wake up in the middle of the night crying.)
From the project, "What's ours."