I am lost in the world, there only memories od distant past now - good, bad, distant, childhood memories... Closing my eyes I try to decide where I am, maybe the scent of places past still lingers, maybe I could still smell them... Maybe I could again find myself where I once dreamt. Maybe I ´d run into someone, someone whom I thought lost all this while and find a fragment of old me still within their hearts.
I think I really haven´t grown, I still look in the tangled webs of memory and see my home is there still.
text by Mohsen Yazdipour
