I'm less interested in a recognizable style than in how I notice things. I collect small, random fragments and trust the connections to show up later. The process starts messy, but it eventually turns into something that makes sense.
About me
I like things that build slowly. What's left unsaid mattersto me as much as what's on the page. I'm still figuringout how to work that way.
I'm less interested in a recognizable style than in how I notice things. I collect small, random fragments and trust the connections to show up later. The process starts messy, but it eventually turns into something that makes sense.
Don’t carry the raft.
و گر به چشمِ ارادت نگه کنی در دیو فرشتهایت نماید به چشم کَرّوبی
Ayoungman,whoisthelastpersononearthandisinthemiddleofnowhere.Heislookingtorestoreandsavehislife,stepstowardsanabandonedplaceandentersthatplace.
onetravelercrossesadesolatedesert,hidingamysteriousobjectandamute,paralyzedgirlinhiscart.Heseeksamythical,healinglake,amiragehedesperatelychases.Whenthecartoverturns,thegirlfallsnearthehiddenobjectandsuddenlystands.Thisrevelationleavesherinanticipation.
Throughthedailylifeofayoungmigrant,thisdocumentarydelvesintotheemotionalandpsychologicaljourneyofexile;discoveringthemesofhomesickness,nostalgia,andthesearchforbelonging.
Wakingbeneatharunningshower,Mirellenoticeseerieshiftsthroughoutherapartment.Asshenavigatesthespace,suffocatedbythelingeringtracesofherpossessivepartner,shefinallyfindstheresolvetoleave.Yetjustasshetastesfreedom,thewateryrealitycatchesuptoher.
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