Submit to the Will

When I was a child in church they taught me how to spell the strange name of this mythic place where angels killed little boys like me, grasshoppers ate everyone’s food and a man called Moses parted the waves and walked across the sea.

Imagine my surprise when, not so many years later, I realised I could go visit. That those pharaohs left colossi in the sand, built multi-coloured pyramids to mate with the stars, and worshipped the Nile as a mirror to the celestial sky.

I’ve been going ever since and I’m still only gliding across its surfaced depths. Sunken temples, hidden tombs, Islamic empires, cities of graves where the living dwell amongst the dead.