“I knew I was dead.” These words begin Secret Pleasures. But at the end of 2005 these five words tumbled over my head and ran through my mind like the wheels of a train, leaving me in a state of intensity for two and a half years. They would not leave me alone. I tried to get rid of them, separate myself from them, analyze them, and make an image out of them. I tried everything until I thought I understood all of the phrase’s deep and shallow meanings. Then I began to depict these perceived meanings in thousands of words, which lay on hundreds of pages, all in one volume. Later, in the fall of 2007, I traveled to the U.S. for three months. I took all of what I’d written with me, and added several chapters to it. However, when I returned to Giza at the end of the winter I deleted all of the new material.
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