The Dance
By Basim Mardan
I was sitting in my usual corner in the bar, wasting my moments, trying to rediscover my world again, this time through the bottom of my glass of beer. People around me did not exist, and the music echoed as if it was coming from a distant place. The sounds were very vague, very unclear and completely meaningless, Not only because they were spoken in a language that I know very little about, but also because of this state of mind that I sometimes get. When all my senses are not in any way functioning, and there appears this wall that blocks my brain from receiving any sign from the rest of me or from whatever that's around me, you can cut me with a knife and I will not feel a damn thing.
