Obsessed with flying: I used to tell my teenage friend in Beirut, “One day, we will fly.” I didn’t know what it meant exactly then. But at the time, most of my lucid dreams involved me flying, most of my poems described a feeling of floating, and I had a recurrent sensation of leaving my body and flying away. One day, we will fly, I told myself and imagined telling it to every one of my close friends. That was a long time ago.