When I got home, my roommate had just left me a cooler with some beers,goat cheese,and specially-picked peaches from a garden...and a note remindig me to take care of her plants, incoming mails and garbage while she's gone to Turkey...

my new home, or better yet, my garage/ studio is my new cozy corner, with a marvelous landscape which reminds me of Iran's rustic areas, I've even come to compromise with wild spiders and butterflies, as long as they don't interrupt me ...although it looked so dim,and to some extent gloomy that day..Lately I have managed to live in two totally different worlds, a eutopia and a dystopia, as some philosophers may refer to!
Everytime I move , I remind myself of a swallow! one that never settles...
I had so much to do, but yet no motivations, no incentives...here, in this world of mine, I'm all alone, which is kind of amazing, reminds me of the great contempapary poet, Sohrab,who once said, "If you enter my sanctum,you may approach gently, be carful not to break my brittle solitude" ...I knew I couldn't write at that moment/ or read for that matter, but I set the mood...turned on the carmel vanilla scents and ...I was tired...I watched turtles can fly, a movie I've been wanting to watch for the longest time,and like I had had enough. I watched till my eyes were full of tears...I promised myself, I will do somethings for those kids, for those people and for the world....sooon....some things gotta be wrong in this world...but soon