Farhours Final Days - into the eternal emptyness of oblivion.

Once upon a time, the Sudan was called the Soudan.

And a few thousand years ago, maybe 3000, maybe 5000 years ago....

The country had rivers.

And jews, moslems and chrisians and their bullshit dieties, hadn't been invented...


And near one of these rivers, was a city on a hump.


It had people, who lived lives, built businesses, raised families, died of assorted things along the way.


The rivers dried up, the people died out and went away.


Everything above ground turned to dust and only their bones remained, deep in the dirt.

And the great tombs they built, are are crumbling into dust too.


No one knows, who they were, what they did, what they stood for and how they lived their lives. 

And no one, no longer cares.


The Island of Meroe in the Soudan.

One of my most favourite photos of all time.

And one day, you too Fahour, you too will be long dead, long forgotten, bones in the dust.

No one will know, and no one will care, and no one will remember.