Tahereh Eibod

Seeking Existence in a World of Shadows

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  • Prompt: "It's not me," Mr. Judge! "It's not me." Mr. Judge! The one who hears your voice, the one who weighs your pitying and hateful gazes on his shoulders, it's not me! The one who looks at your faces one by one to read your true feelings, the one who looks into your face, Mr. Judge, to see your tiny eyes that are hidden among the shallow and deep wrinkles and sometimes a spark comes out of them so that I remember that there is an eye, that sees, it's not me, Mr. Judge! All that's left of me is the skin. Like a book that has been turned over, its pages blown away, a book that only has the cover left, which they have scribbled on, which they have stuck the tips of their pens into, which they have drawn strange patterns on. Now that there is no more "me." Who do you want to talk to you? To tell the story? About "me"? When "I" no longer exists, how can he prove his non-existence to you? When something is not there now, how can he convince everyone of his existence? Mr. Judge, if you want everything to be clear to you, first find "I" with these characteristics. "I" was a master's degree in philosophy of art. He had a bachelor's degree in philosophy and a diploma in mathematics. All the love of his life was books, classical music, cinema, and philosophy and logic discussion sessions. He was a conversationalist and a questioner. He didn't really like family parties; he didn't have the time either. He studied German. When his military service was over, he wanted to go to Germany to get his doctorate. He went to the military. He went of his own accord. No one forced him. He wanted to leave the country legally. He wanted to return to his homeland whenever he wanted.
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