Just sitting here.
Past days have involved a lot of talking, a lot of listening, people i have come to know. "a clamouring of churchbells"
the pictures are of the view from mt.qasiyun, where zacharia and i were living. where i am still living. he took the pictures in early nighttime hours and at dusk, in the opposite order, and i am stealing them off his site in a gesture of brotherly good conduct. hadith on true brotherhood that one does not mind the other's hand in his purse. paraphrased, of course, and metaphor. the big building is jaami' umawi. the green neon are minarets.
