Faces we wear

Last night I went to “The World of Music” to watch Kailash and Assabghy sing in the tribute to Larry Catlin. It was a really nice event. The night before I invited a few other friends to the documentary screening of this Algerian movie followed by a Palestinian movie. My impressions of people keep changing. Goes to tell you how unreliable my first impressions are. “There will be time / there will be time/ To prepare a face to meet / the faces that you meet”. We’re all faces at the end of the day, and like a teacher once said you wonder if there some real core or if its just one layer after another like an onion. Onion-face. At Cairo Jazz Club last night, I met some people, and it was a refridgerator-reception I got. Always girls. Makes me wonder why on earth I bother even going up to say hello. I really won’t do it next time. It tires me; it actually saps me of my effort. I’m just going to go Taoist now with it all, and go with as it goes. I’m glad Sherif Nakhla agreed to let Assabghy and me work with him on some future video project, because I really want to learn stuff.



So for a while now I’ve been feeling aimless. I suppose its understandable right after a big transition like graduation from a degree like Comparative Literature. I meet a lot of people going through the same thing. Some people say they’ve never reached a sense of being in a place where they should be. At the concert yesterday, a girl was singing this country song, “Time will do the talking / and years will do the walking”. She was good.



So I will be going to India tomorrow. I’m really looking forward to meeting Jayu and spending some time relaxing. I hope the trip overall is confrontation-free and relaxed. oh and since my last wah-wah complaint about people growing distant, things have patched up between an old friend, and I've got this new bunch to hang out with off and on, and now the new are becoming somewhat older.. :) as it goes.



India, here I come. Leaving one home for another.