Must Escape At last the word for scream bursts into my notebook. Damn this sick society where shadows boast about their own size. No one understands the absence of the sun. No one knows that this brightness is just pretending to be dawn. No one understands the absence of meaning in the guises of the chameleon. These hollow ghosts with their gorgeous clothes and dazzling pendants on long chains, and breadth perfumed with the scent of Europe - from the pulpit of time, with fancy words they talk deceit as if it were truth. I am offended by them, offended by the pretentiousness of the very small. I am offended by myself, too: I just dont understand enough about the weakness of form and the courage of meaning. Why do I make conversation with nothing and stitch my words into the hems of the mediocre like margin prayers or footnotes. Must escape must run away to simplicity, must elevate the best, must become another example of the sun. O darling, what can I say, for even you, choose a dim light-bulb over daylight, even you with your perceptive glance, no longer see the absence of the sun. Farzaneh Khojandi
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 14:20:48 +0000
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