“Nothing is working. Nothing in my life is working.
Giants of literature, philosophy, and arts have influenced my life, but what have I done with this life? I remain a speck in a tumultuous universe that has little concern for me. I am no more than dust – a mote – dust to dust. I am a blade of grass upon which the stormtrooper’s boot stomps.
I had dreams, and they were not about ending up a speck. I didn’t dream of becoming a star, but I thought I might have a nonspeaking role in a grand epic, an epic with a touch of artistic credentials. I didn’t dream of becoming a giant – I wasn’t that delusional or arrogant – but I wanted to be more than a speck, maybe a midget.
I could have been a midget.”
– Rabih Alameddine, An Unnecessary Woman