Failing to comprehend the reality illusion and the necessary futility of art, with Francisco and Maryam.

This is a reading of the original story only, without all of the added fodder in the previous installment. You can read the story with your eyes under the "stories" tab of my site, mohammadshehata.com.

This is originally a short story posted on my "stories" page at mohammadshehata.com. This audio adaptation contains many outrageous ad-libs which reshaped the original story in a surprisingly delightful way. Consider all of my work basically me throwing paint at your face and you're so in love with me it arouses you to be degraded. Words have no meaning beyond the structure that they build; the image they form, as a whole, a whole which can never be fully comprehended. 

Thinking out loud without context with my friend Jojo after sleeping on her couch. Unscripted, but temporally re-arranged, in an attempt to reflect the nature of the cosmos. It's not about ideas, or an idea of "freedom" of "thought" or "speech" or whatever; it's about structure. And there is structure here too, a strong one, if your ears can see it. Our understanding of Time is not what shapes our stories; the shape of our stories envision our understanding of Time; great stories let Time roam free in order to present a whole and singular image. Eternity is the equivalent of an instant. Words are just colours on the canvas of this image. Can you see it? This is a parable of the necessity and power of art; one of many. To put it simply, what you're about to listen to is definitively useless. 

Asking The Deep Questions With Maryam Shehata

Once Again Maryam Shehata Throws Some Wisdom And Some Shade Upon Me From The Tree Of Life. 

An audio-play feature written by Mohammad Shehata. Performed by Francisco Arcila and Mohammad Shehata. Produced by Gregory Fredle.

With Maryam Shehata

A Solo Play In Four Acts.