today i was walking around ledras, and i overheard these two guys talking in persian. they were walking an ugly dog, wearing stupid fitting puffer jackets. dadash, yedafe darya jigh zad. thats what i overheard. chi jigh zad? komakesh kardi? chera dasht jigh mizad? tarside bud, ya jighesh az zoq bud? i wanted more than anything in the world to jump in between their conversation, to be included. please, continue. what happened to darya? im so lonely, and you carry the voice of home. please let me pretend that we are all friends, just for a few hours. let the words that roll off your tongue carry me to a room that only exists in a far away world, lay me gently in a bed ive long outgrown. maybe then when i wake up, they will al be waiting for me in the other room, a cake on the table, a candle already burning. maybe then the missing wont have to stretch over oceans and foreign lands.















