Marikh, Bishuf, and Shim el Yasmine
I previously said, I don’t know who I am. I started this blog and forgot it existed, again. Was it that nothing interesting enough happened? Maybe. Was it that I’m a complete piece of shit that has terrible memory? Probably.
Anyway, this night was pure magic. Not the fairy tale kind, more like the I was on a drug high kind, without the drugs. It all started around 2 A.M.
Now, I’ve always believed that what makes up a human is not bone, flesh, and skin, it’s experiences that one goes through, they all shape up the human mind and make you into the you that everyone else and yourself know. And, boy oh boy, was tonight an experience.
I had intended to get out of the house and take a walk, and halfway through I decided to get lost. Now, this is the area I live in, so its hard to get lost in a place you know every meter of, but it happened (kind of).
Heading out, I shuffled all the songs that I have of a particular band that I love, but this time it was different. With not a single other thing on my mind I heard the music differently. I know the sound, and I know the tune, but what I heard was different. What played was feelings, instead of vocals, and my whole experience, in the place of instruments. What my brain had felt is hard to put in words, but it truly was a magnificent fusion of sound and unfamiliar visuals that created an almost psychedelic reality, creating scenes out of places I’ve never seen before, while in the background was the magnificence of a pure hymn created out of a mixture of disturbance, melancholy, and raw emotion. It was surreal, indescribable.
So that was one experience that will contribute to the creation of tomorrows Hamzeh.
