…the same way I walk in the sidewalk everyday, the old lady, the jungle behind this huge complex, the coyotes, those who are walking with dogs…Sometimes I feel I’m so lucky for having a cat not that I don’t like dogs but for if I had a dog I could have never walked him in my pajamas, Imagine if I were your neighbour then every morning you would have to see a female version of a [Gigolo] escorting her dog while passing by you. The more I look the more I reflect on the fact that no one really walks in Los Angeles except for homeless people, Tourists and those who has dogs.
[…] For instance I’m burning while I’m walking, […] so if you don’t see the fire and the coal you think there is no fire? […] just because you don’t see the trace, […] the trace that you are not able to see, […] what if I’m walking and burning ,[…] how far you can ignore the fire? […] how many ashes on the sidewalk been disappeared? […] or let’s imagine a few thousand ashes on the bridge being disappeared (everyday), […] how many unicorns on cupcakes you have ignored? […] or even ask yourself will those traces ever disappear? […] so I’m burning again. […]
I smell fire.
[The Unicorn is green.]
Dad said she got rid of the heavy responsibility I cried Mom said, She has nothing to go back to Tehran for One of my friends said he is excited to see what happens next Funny I cried My brother didn’t say a word, my brother is disappeared I paint ocean when the nights are slow I was painting a green ocean the ocean has turned in to black Mitra is right, this too shall pass I’m struggling to pass Sometimes when the night gets slow I’ll take sleeping pills No ocean is left Funny I cry I ditch it all to cry Funny Funny