This page was left empty for a couple of days, I didn’t know what to write, so a friend of mine decided to write it for me. I would like to say thanks. Here it is …
“We are a black box. What is inside is unknown, not only to others, but also to ourselves–and we spend our lifetimes trying to look inside.”
I’ve written this almost as an afterthought in one of my contributions to a series of travel narratives. You see every now and then I write travel articles although I studied engineering and sustainable energy, and my passion project is a start-up web travel community, touringa.
But writing, like traveling, has become a way in which I organize my thoughts, and perhaps my priorities in life — it’s also a channel for my obsessive thinking habits and samples of extreme logic and extreme insanity can seep through.
Spending most of my adult life in London, and air-shuttling between the European city and our Cairo, between two cultures, two end poles, leaves a strain on the mind. But it’s good because it leaves a question mark on everything from the nature of our relationships with ourselves, loved ones, religion and country to the way we lead our everyday lives.
In this blog, I do a bit of sharing but don’t expect me to get too personal — this is the kind of writer who looks for the radar and then stays under it. I’m not one for holding megaphones and shouting my beliefs – perhaps I don’t have any. Indeed, we are a black box. And this blog is about part of me, looking inside — through reflecting on travel, life, science, and all the other abstracts in between.