Richard Wright

I don't want to make you guys sad. But this is a day to remember and to be reminded of the eternity of beauty. They are going to be gone one after each other. Nevertheless I have no doubt that they won't be forgotten.

P.S. Today was a "very" sad day.

18 تیر

سلام!
9 ساله شدی. کلاس سوم باید باشی. زیاد نمونده که بزرگ بشی و بری دانشگاه. منتظریم.

استاد عبدالرحيم جعفری

"همچنان در دالان مسجد شاه هستم، درآمدم مختصر است، بساطم محقر است، اما مرارت های دلم بزرگند‌‍؛ بيشتر اين مرارتها با خود نفرت می آورند، مثل هر مرارتی، و همين نفرت مرا برمی انگيزاند و به مقابله تشويق می کند؛ اين کشش و کوشش به نوعی " مبارزه " شبيه است؛ بايد بمانم، بايد خودم را سرپا نگه دارم، نبايد بيفتم، بايد موفق شوم.هر روز و هرساعت نفرت می اندوزم و از اين نفرت نيرو می سازم، نفرت به موتور زندگی من بدل شده است..."

با یا بدون تو!

اگه الان بدون تو خوشحال نیستم با حضور توالان درکنارم هم خوشحال نمی شدم.

God is watching you

I don’t know why I have this urge to talk about myself all the time. Maybe that is one of the reasons for writing in this web log. This is where I sleep. The ray of sun wakes me up every morning. The door on the left right next to the pillow opens to the toilet which I talked about earlier. When I have guests, it becomes hard to fart firmly in the toilet. Someone whom I love the most brought that bouquet of flowers to me the other day. The bouquet is not fresh anymore but yet gorgeous. The wind chime on the top of my bed has been given to me by somebody who hates me now and is never going to even like me again. There is a plant also on the top. I am trying so hard to keep it alive. I want to keep something alive when it is already dead. That’s it. That’s how I have been living for the past 8 years and I loved it.

Where I work...

These are pictures of where I work. It often happened that I saw an old woman passing by the end of the corridor. I became carious and tried to walk into a place which was just a few steps away from where I would usually go but it had such a different atmosphere. I was really shocked. I took these two pictures with my cell phone.

Need for Speed

I am driving to my first job in the first car I bought in my life. Radio is playing something that sounds familiar, Jim Morrison. What an intellectual person I am. I recognized it!! Radio is speaking so happily pushing me to drive faster to work. I accelerate for no reason and get firmer drags of my cigarette. What a “deep” person I am. I had my tank half full to save some money for later. Maybe some booze or for a purpose I don’t really know. The nostalgia comes back to me. Isn’t it what I have been playing… yeah that’s right …need for speed. But this time for real.