Satetement:

bewildering race, I longed for nothing but a sense of belonging; yet, time revealed another face.///

My beloved wooden tribe slowly drowned in the mundane, losing the ability to see. They forged two giants out of the past and the future and fell captive to their grip. They completely forgot that this prison was made of water and they were made of wood.

So long they remained bound that they became damp and warped. Metamorphosis blurred their identity until neither they remembered themselves, nor did they recall their tribe.

I could not remain idle, even though I knew that no pursuit holds the sight of nothing.
Thus, I called upon them.

And I

call upon you

To see

To anticipate the rendezvous with one's true self To believe in belief, even if there is none

To build the self to establish the sole time

And to embrace the being of non-being

(Sheyda Bordbar)