Sunday, 10 September 2017

Chronicles of a 20-ish Moroccan Lady #16


Welcome back,
Chapter 16: Insomniac Visions


01:39 a.m : My eyes are dry, yet wide open. The drugs on the nightstand didn't work. I am trying to capture all the messages running through my brain cells before they disappear into a hole of oblivion. 

02:45 a.m: In this pitch dark room, silence reign on an iron throne. A throne shaken by small revolutions like the sounds of steps on the floor above, noise of opening and closing doors, friendly fights in the neighbouring dorm, my stomach grunts and the rhythmic drops of water running from a faucet I'm too lazy to close. Yet, the most successful revolution of all is the soothing tribal pan flute melody coming from my roommate's speakers (it helps her sleep at night).

03:37 a.m: My soul is located in my lungs. I feel feathery and dissociated. I am entering a state of trance, an out-of-body experience. All the molecule of my body dissolved and through a tunnel I traveled to an island. Where in the globe? What timeline? God only knows!

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Extract of My Travel diary #3

Day: 26 Aug 2017
Location: Porto, Portugal 
Time: 00:00 a.m

I was at a Jazz event. The bassist announced he will play his composition "Hidden Messages". He starting with a riff, people cheered for him. I was alone in the crowd, my hands on the velvet fabric of my dress. Behind me a mature couple looked at each other like they fell in love yesterday. The fifty year old man had his arms wrapped around the waist of his lady as she was whispering jokes in his ears.
 They slowly danced to the sound of the bass and the drums. They would giggle then laugh out loud when silence takes over the audience. Sweet rudeness.

Monday, 14 August 2017

Extract of my Travel Diary #2

Day: 13 Aug 2017
Location: Porto, Portugal 
Time: 4:37 a.m

"It's almost almost 5 a.m and I can't sleep. Partially, because I am doing this night shift at this hostel where I part time. Traveling on a student budget calls for these gigs, which I enjoy. It teaches me what camp was supposed to teach me and I have never been to camp during my childhood. I try my best to learn how to adult, by that I mean do my groceries, budget my money, cook my meals, clean my mess and finally understand how to use a washing machine without panicking.

So far, I feel like I am doing a terrible job.

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