忠誠

I gave you the key
To my body
And you took it
With yourself

Imperfection

How many times in my childhood
In a hypothetico-competitive mood
I tried to bend my little finger
Without the slightest move in its neighbor
And how humiliated I felt
When I failed…

Watching the cattles browsing on grass from my window every day I sort of like to go back to Iran, get a rather easy programming job and live a usual life. Pasturing and staying idle from late morning to sundown. Sleeping the rest. Finally getting slaughtered someday without even bothering to know what’s going on. Isn’t it what we call an ideal life?

Animals as critics.- I fear that the animals consider man as a being like themselves that has lost in a most dangerous way its sound animal common sense; they consider him the insane animal, the laughing animal. the weeping animal. the miserable animal.
--Nietzsche, The Gay Science, 224