Infection

I feel like I have an infection, but its in my brain. “Where the fuck am I? What the fuck is going on?” The questions eat through several layers of meaning as I walk into another appropriated palace in ruins.  Another one of Saddam’s tributes to himself, a glass and marble mirrored erection protruding out of a barren landscape, now used to plan and execute the dismantling of all his tyrannical works.  Sadly the new occupants are just as oppressed... Read More