HOF — It’s been twenty-three days since I suspended the medication. The fog is finally starting to lift. Feelings are returning — shyly, cautiously — like sunlight breaking through after a long storm.
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Category: Head Journal
The Weight of What’s Left
HOF — It’s been five years since I released History from 16 Years to 16mm. A lot has changed since then — and not all for the better. I’ve made many attempts to restart, and each time I asked myself: what’s the point?
Why feed these platforms more data, when they seem to feed on us?
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When Healing Became Another Battle
HOF — Last year I hit rock bottom. Depression had been with me for years—maybe decades—but in November 2024 it finally broke me. I couldn’t work anymore. I couldn’t do anything anymore. Life turned gray and meaningless, and all I wanted was a way out.
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Damascus Brutalist Legacy
Cover photo courtesy of Sami Raad
Hof — It’s hard to know what kind of loss war leaves behind until it touches the shape of your city. Not just its people, or its streets, or the silence that follows after shelling—but the things that gave it meaning.
Its face.
Its posture.
Its language of stone and steel.
Forged by Fire
HOF —
People look at me and assume I’ve lived a privileged life.
And in some ways — they’re not wrong.
My father comes from one of the most famous families in Damascus.
My mother, from one of the most powerful in Ghouta.
I have relatives scattered across the globe.
Wherever I land, there’s always someone who can help pull a string.
Roumani Line 