Meaningless.
Meaningful.
Such kind of words make no sense here.
Out of nowhere you see a western-style rancho, absolutely desert, with a huge concrete shell as a concierge?
...so what?
You are in the elevator of an observation tower and a land line phone rings,
a guy picks up the phone and sets a conversation?
....so what?
The odds to run into the same person in a city such as Cairo equals zero, but you keep on
crossing the same taxi drivers or faces unexpectedly?
...so what?
There is no way of predicting your day as time has ulimited personal dimensions?
...so what?
Everytime you ask about something multiple hidden solutions will turns up as your doorman might have a brother-in-law that knows a baker that is friend with a guy that will ask to..
...so what?
Everything here is part of an improvised flux of ideas, facts, decisions, hitches.
There is space for the unforeseen.
And this is quite a change when you were raised with external and internal schemes.
Personally, I am not used to improvise, I dind't cut out the space to.
The most difficult part?
Even when you try to let it go and follow the flux,
the risk is the instinct to hang on those schemes even harder,
as they are usually quite hard to shrug off.
The idea : do not control.
Starting from very little daily things.
