Diary: Exile, photo essay by Abdo Shanan

The road is long and the load is big , I find myself conflicting the main stream fighting against ideas and finally fighting against people around. Refusing to vanish in a crowed of broken dreams or merge with the grays. Finally exile becomes a stronghold against prefabricated reality a shield that will protect who I am, an exile surrounded with solitude disappointment and fears of ticking time and growing old accomplishing nothing but a broken version of own self.
A fighting soul and doubting mind conflicting each other every step of the way.
(by Abdo Shanan)

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