you're free how to put it, but life is going on without us.
you're free how to put it, but life in Iran feels like Peak Soviet Union era. I haven't lived through that time, but I can feel its coldness.
war is on the street, on the market, on the greengrocer shops, on the strees.
we don't have guns, we have our eyes, we have our cold, passive, piercing aggressive behavior that penetrates everyone and backed up by no one. there is no reason for its existence. it IS because of the circumstances.
my problem with reality was gluing yesterday to today and to tomorrow and the tomorrows that comes after, but this was never the problem, only an anxiety issue or source for becoming unease and troublesome. but not a true danger that I was running away from it so badly.
I am not sure what am I talking about, I am drunk.
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