Syria’s Little Touch


The only sensed relaxation from the news media’s coverage of one its most discussed countries, is of my own making. An unconscious involuntary relaxing of the mouth, the tip of my tongue placed close to the back of my upper front teeth where I proceed to gently blow out air hissing the whispering sounds of Syria. Accusations of being over-the-top; an embellished theatrical performance, with likelihoods of reconstructing that broken fourth wall between performers and their respective audience, has become as realistic an illusion of people crossing imaginary border lines, while objectively, hasn’t it for the most part been the other way around?