On being so disgusted by Darren Aronofsky’s Black Swan with its patronising arthouse-lite contrivance I threw myself from a moving vehicle, walking the rest of the way home and the things I saw there
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kids were playing football in the street, one came up and a group gathered around, he wanted to test out his English. Where are you from?
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He made some Northern hemisphere guesses. I get Spain quite a lot. People see vestiges of the Spanish Armada that I'm
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below, the drone show at STC metro station, a building which looks like it has been iced with cream cheese. I had my doubts about drone shows . . . I had my doubts about Noor . . . What impressed me most, strange to say, and allayed my doubts, was that none of the public
the shortest camel ride in the world to the Edge of the World, and beyond
our driver, little English, declared Safari! as the surprisingly holding-together not-shaking-itself-to-bits Toyota with all of us in it took off into the desert . . . towards The Edge of the World. . .
by way of the bat cave
Edge of the World | حافة نهاية العالم
@ 24.947341° N, 45.990906° E
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