HERE I STAND ERECT. I SHED MY CLOTHES LONG AGO. YOU SEE HOW THE SUN DANCES OFF MY WEATHERED SKIN. IM LIT FROM WITHIN. IVE LIVED THROUGH WARS ALL STORMS TIME AND AGAIN. HERE I STAND. STILL. LIKE THE SANDS OF TIME. MY PRESENCE SO EVIDENT IVE LOST ALL TRACK. I CANT LOOK BACK.
A.P.C., Cairo, 2019