I came to Doha in 2012 for a three month job. Before I knew it, three months turned into three years, and three years turned into ten. With every passing year Beirut moved further away, and little by little it began to uncouple from me. I lost Beirut long before it lost itself. Today, under the unbearable weight of total collapse, a new generation prepares to escape. Those who can have already left. Like some phantom limb, Beirut and all its lost places haunt my dreams and sometimes my waking ho