Experiment with Love
My love for her is unreasonable; she has neither the history of Damascus nor the culture of Baghdad, she has not the mosques of Cairo nor the skyscrapers of Riyadh.
What she does have though is a million steps. The daughter of mountains can not but have a million steps, squiggling endlessly from mountain to mountain, a never ending bundle of lines that start at the center and edge outwards like veins extruding out a throbbing heart, giving life to the well-toned arms, the tattered legs, the dirty hair, and the jeweled limbs.
Amman. The city of stairs.
How I love her.
(Movie footage taken while going up one of the many stairs that lead from Downtown Amman to Jabal Amman for a group class project. Music by Rum.)
