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The Opera Ghost Really Existed. He Was Not, As Was Long Believed, A Creature Of The Imagination Of The
The Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box- keepers, the cloak-room attendants, or the concierge. No, he existed in flesh and blood, though he assumed all the outward characteristics of a real phantom, that is to say, of a shade.
Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera
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Oil study by Liza Sivakova
ما هو الحب في رأيك؟
أن تبتسم حين يبدأ احدهُم بالحديث معك، دون أن يخبرك شيءً مميزاً، فقط 'مرحباً.'
What do you think is love?
To smile when someone starts talking to you, without telling you anything special, just 'hello.'
– Mahmoud Darwish
It leaves you and you don't know how
You don't see your friends just shadows dancing in your mind
You do what you love what you can until you don't
The desperate call for help takes away all the joy
Nothing's real
You're not here
You're not sleeping
Not waking
Just that tantalising
Feeling of weakness
Where breaking is freedom
They want you to let go
To give up your struggle
Why hold on
When it clearly makes no sense
They try to prove you that there's nothing left
Not even yourself.
Emily Yvonne







Gregory Orr, from ‘Orpheus & Eurydice: A Lyric Sequence’