In Junior Year Of Highschool My Art Teacher Would Let Our Ceramics Class Play Music Of Our Choice Off

in junior year of highschool my art teacher would let our ceramics class play music of our choice off of her desktop. we usually used spotify or youtube but she did have one album downloaded on her computer. it was a halloween sound effects/ambience collection. i dont remember why she had it. there was a track on there called "burning screams" which was exactly what it sounds like. just a cacophony of screams alongside crackling fire. she only let us play it on very special occasions, and we would cheer and jump with joy every time. it was like a pizza party to us

never the same love twice

"Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."

– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Short Stories

The Night of Counting the Years. Dir. Shadi Abdel Salam. 1969.

life made a mess of us

of course, and i see this reflected when i tell others to watch/read media from my country & realise no translation or lack-thereof will ever do the originals justice

Do you ever get sad knowing that you'll never know all the languages and so since translators make choices (they have to) and things sometimes don't fully translate you can never experience every book exactly as it was originally intended to be read?

An Egyptian Story (1982, Youssef Chahine)