عزيزي عماد

هناك العديد من الأشياء التي أردت مواصلة مشاركتها معك.

سوف امنعك من ارسالهم جميعا

لأنني لا أريد أن أجعلك تغضب أو تغلبك

eazizi eimad
hnak aledyd min al'ashya' alty 'aradtu muasalatan musharakatiha maeak.
sawf amnaek min 'iirsaluhum jamieana
li'anani la 'urid 'an 'ajealak taghdib 'aw taghlibak


----- I am
-----------less sad
--------------------because I see you didn't block my messages
----------------------------- so I can send you this shit I am writing now

----------------------------------------------------------- and maybe you will read it

------------------------------------who knows


عزيزي عماد

انا
----------- أقل حزنا
-------------------- لأنني أرى أنك لم تحظر رسائلي
----------------------------- حتى أتمكن من إرسال هذا القرف أكتب إليكم الآن

-------------------------------------------------- --------- وربما ستقرأها

------------------------------------من تعرف

I don't give a shit that you smoke or drink
because as I said
I prefer a good relationship with someone who does this than a bad relationship with someone who is totally clean and healthy




أنا لا أهتم بأنك تدخن أو تشرب
لأنه كما قلت
انا افضل علاقة جيدة مع شخص يفعل ذلك على علاقة سيئة مع شخص نظيف وصحي تماما

I ALSO WANTED TO SHARE THAT WITH YOU BUT I DIDN'T DARE


























“Writing alone, by and as oneself, leads to brokenness. Writing together can generate incompleteness. We live with brokenness, but we can also live with incompleteness, a shared brokenness, an open wholeness, that generates potentialities that go past the point of the unseemly for those who impose normativity and even for those who desire norms that will have moved against the grain of such imposition. To take up a special case, we often hear that the university discourages writing together, and rewards writing alone. We have ourselves said this, and it is true. But truer is the fact that we don’t want to write together. We are the first guardians of our posited individual contribution. This policing of our own borders of body and mind—even in light of the history of their violation, often without cognizance of their imposition—cannot but reduce us, separate us from what surrounds and infuses and projects us, and bind us in and to what and how we sclerotically gather under the governing and governance of the individual. Because we cannot bear alone the burden of the loneliness we choose, always in some way we injure one another, injured, as we are, to the fiction of one another, and to the impossibility of one’s completeness, which ongoing injury to the other is supposed to achieve. On the one hand, intersubjectivity can only break what it purports to make; on the other hand, in claiming brokenness we make intersubjectivity disappear. So, we should write together to incomplete each other. It may not cure our brokenness, but that is only because we are incurable, or to put it another way, our cura, our care, can never be of the self, but only of that touch, that rub, that press, that kinky tangle of our incomplete sharing.”

So yes, we are different
Which makes it difficult
But that's also what makes it interesting
At least, I want to try this
This is interesting for me

/////

Dus ja, we zijn anders
Dat maakt het moeilijk
Maar dat maakt het ook interessant
Ik wil dit tenminste proberen
Dit is interessant voor mij

SO 
This is a quote Stefano Harney and Fred Moten


IF YOU DON'T WANT TO WRITE WITH ME MAYBE YOU WILL AT LEAST READ ME


ALS U NIET MET MIJ WILT SCHRIJVEN, ZAL U MIJN LEZEN

A PYRAMID AS A HETEROCHRONIA...?

I WAS FREAKING OUT I MISS YOU SO MUCH


كنت أفقدك كثيرًا
kunt 'afqadk kthyrana

في هذه الأيام أشعر وكأنني جرح مفتوح يطبق عليه شخص ما الملح باستمرار.

fi hadhih al'ayaam 'asheur waka'anani jurh maftuh yutabaq ealayh shakhs ma almulih biastimrarin.

Laurie Charles