Thursday, September 8, 2011
It began at the end on top of Mount Zalagh, but the feeling has always been there; observing a tree set against an expanse of mountains, a disposition of well-being followed by a desperation to embrace it. A violent assault on the senses. Morocco has become the exotic stage onto which the protagonist will convey the contradiction of his uncertainties and strong desire for life. The Foreigner will inadvertently document aspects of contemporary Morocco, an alien place to find himself through losing himself, perhaps. In the medina’s labyrinth the pungent odour of stale death, rapidly superceded by the waft of spices and then perfume; the rich and complex array of aromas, superficial and yet profound.