here I am again after 2.5 years. there was some debate about that: 'so I went to the first floor and they put a shot in front of me, then I went to farzaneh's house on the second floor and she put a shot in front of me, by the time I got to the fourth floor I was drunk as a fish'. my daaee: 'no, no, that couldn't be right. they all moved to their new building 2 years ago. must have been more than two years.'
I've been back in tehran for 3 days and it already feels like I never left. it took only one step. I paused for a second standing on the side of the road looking at the speeding cars and motorcycles weaving through each other hurling towards me, then it hit home; fuck it; let your mind go and your body will follow.
the mental stimulation has been susbtantial. everything is a memory. the indent in the living room door, dare paasyo, the curtain line passed through the back porch and secured on the railing, sange taraazoo in the yard, the third step to the basement, the second step on the front entrance, the smell of saalon ... the list goes on and on. I keep walking around the house and everyone think its because I'm already bored. I keep telling them no but they dont believe me.

man its been a while. it has not been a lack of inspiration or things to say, infact new thoughts have been around every corner; just lack of time. guess at some point we must stop and take time to record and re-live our experiences. not at 3 euros for 1/2 hour though.

tonite I sleep in delphi awating tomorrow to meet the oracle.