Life actively transforms mankind into a more wounded, resentful being, a perfect mirror for the greatest failure of all time...

We are sitting in a limbo of our making,suspended between memory and becoming,afraid to move,yet unable to rest.The chains are of our own design,forged from what we could not let go,polished by longing until they almost resemble devotion... --The Nomad

"Power is a means to an end, not an end itself... "

I listen to time as it passes like a flowing river...

The higher the tower, the longer the fall...

Million's fate is obscured by dark matter...

Children are taught to kneel,States are taught to kill, And humanity bleeds under the lies preached as salvation. No more inherited fear... No more sacred excuses... No more gods that require bodies to prove their worth...

The beautiful cloud of reality will be hanging over me...

Soon, something will wake us all...

خیلی سخته, ایرانی بودن...

فکر نمیکنم حسی عجیب تر و پیچیده تر از ایرانی بودن وجود داشته باشه

Dreaming of something vast,a change so bright it feels unreal,A drowsy god stirs,wicked certainties begin to crack,Even tyrannies that stole thousands can fall Still,love approaches like dawn through smoke,beautiful,and terrifying And I've always wondered if this life even enough

کشورم ایران همیشه در طول تاریخ از حماقت حاکمان رنج برده، و خواهد برد...

افقی جای افق دیگر، هر کدام وعده می‌دهند که آخری باشند. هیچ‌کدام وفا نمی‌کنند...

حتی کوچ‌نشینان هم یک مرکز ثقل دارند. یک چهره. یک نگاه، یک دریا از جنس حیات. یک جنس خاص از نور بعدازظهر در اواخر مهر که در هیچ‌جای دیگری روی زمین وجود ندارد.ایران من...

Silence becomes another form of fidelity to reality.Truth,unlike reality,depends on humans,not as discovery,but as permission.Lies were permitted and lives were taken.But even indifferent reality outlasts the wicked. One day a sane country rises,brighter, freer,finally awake...

...We have lived inside that totality, unable to revise it,unable to step aside. Reality was neither cruel nor kind; it was indifferent