Vertigoes of Associations:

Oh, let’s blame the Asians and their expensive camera with their millions of lenses, walking around taking pictures of every single possible thing. Yeah, I do not even know if they are the reason that I have never felt like buying a super expensive camera and millions of lenses or it is me being a poor graduate student who does not have money to afford buying a super expensive camera and millions of lenses. Oh, no, I am sure it is Asians; money has nothing to do with this. I do not feel being myself if I buy a super expensive camera and millions of lenses, though I am not going to walk around taking pictures of every single possible thing, if I buy a super expensive camera and millions of lenses. Well, who knows? I will probably start walking around and taking pictures of every single possible thing. I will probably buy one of those infinite size external hard drives that Asians have. I will copy all of images that I took of the every single possible thing in it with their original size. I will probably lose all of my body hairs (at least most of it). I will have the Asian eyes. I will dress up like Asians and walk around like Asians. I will move to Silicon Valley and eat Asian food every day.

و اگر تهران بود

من در باغ ملی‌ بودم

پیاده رفته بودم، از تئاتر شهر تا مجلس سابق، موزه ی قرآن فعلی

اما نه، از شلوغی جمهوری نتوان گذشت، پس داخل جمهوری می‌‌شدم، از روپوش ها و لوازم پزشکی‌ بی‌ اعتنا رد می‌‌شدم

سینما ی آبی رنگ و صندلی‌های ناراحتش

می‌ رفتم تا فردوسی‌، ممکن بود از حافظ به پائین بپیچم، ولی‌ نه می‌‌رفتم تا فردوسی‌

از حافظ تا فردوسی همهمهٔ جمهوری هم گم می‌‌شود

دو بزرگراه روی هم می‌‌آیند، من زیر یکی‌ و در پیاده روی دیگری ماشین‌ها را گوش می‌‌دهم

به تقاطع می‌رسم، قد بلند می‌کنم دستم چپم روی پیشانی می‌‌گذارم، سعی‌ می‌کنم فردوسی را ببینم

اما نمی‌شود، میدان از تقاطع دیده نمی‌شو

می‌ روم تا میدان توپ خانه، خیابان سپه

ناگهان همه‌چیز نزدیک می‌‌شود، کاخِ گلستان، پارک شهر، بازار تهران

نه فراموش نکرده ام

به باغ مللی می‌‌روم

.به اتاق آیینه ها

just beautiful what it is:

"This world is spinning around me

This world is spinning without me
Every day sends future to past
Every breath leaves one less to my last"

buy a green shirt with lots of black feathers printed onto it (written by a left hand of a right-handed person).

I was looking at street through the walls of window from my laptop monitor, people come and people go. I like the reflect. Workers working across the street. An old acquaintance is coming in. I wonder if she recalls me. It has been long time and I feel I look different enough. She remembers me, we say hi and chat. I am happy to see her.

Sometimes it takes weeks of procrastination to get a day of work done. Sometimes it is hard to feel like an stranger. Sometimes I recall lonesomeness when I feel like an stranger. Sometimes it is only a matter of more or less sugar. Sometime it takes too long and some times are too short.