Scenography of Memory – Part 1 (Research Project)
The self asks who am I?
I, like it, am bewildered, gazing into shadows
Nothing gives me peace
I continue asking – and the answer
will remain veiled by a mirage
I still keep thinking it has come close
but when I reach it – it has dissolved,
died, disappeared.
(Who am I, Nazik Al-Malaika, 1923-2007)
