I put all my photos on the walls of my bedroom. Like in my old flat in Cairo, where everybody used to stare at wall to discover new details in the pictures every time. But this time I added new faces, new parties, new group-shots. On the front wall there are all the beautiful pictures, aesthetically speaking, portraying old times in Barcelona, Sicily, Cairo and Salento. On the side wall there are pictures made under extreme use of "forbidden substances" as G. would say, so you would see white faces, red eyes, trays of weed and piles of bottles in the background. On the other side of the wall I set up the corner of vanity, where you could admire Teresa "princess of Siwa" or "back from the eighties". Next to my bed there are "significant" pictures, historically speaking. Then there is the column of the happiness, where I put three pictures of funny faces, so when I watch them I can't help laughing.
I didn't want to exclude some pictures, because I can't reject the past. The pictures of the climax, the peak, before the fall to the bottom. However, I carefully decided to put them in an hidden corner, so I don't need to look at them. But this morning, after dreaming the same situation for the umpteenth time, I realised that they're the first things I see when I open my eyes in the morning.
Morning snapshot from by bed: a cozy bar, King Charles, two coloured sofas, Radiohead stage in Dublin...and the park outside covered with snow!
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