Rambling, what’s reeking now? Is anything serious? I don’t know where to put the eggs, in or out of the fridge! Shifting heavy plastic bags in my hands, pretending it’s no big deal. I’m thinking my past is already wasted.

End of march. I already gave you all the presents. Wondering why isn’t it spring already! should we plant something this year? Why am I here again? it’s not the most pleasant but at least it’s familiar right?

Viens, tu m’as dit. Parfois il faut savoir quelque chose plusieurs fois même si on en a marre.

On clarity. Ma langue est décortiquée. Je suis lente. J’hésite tout le temps. Je m’entends mal avec moi. Let’s sit down here for a moment, i’m saying as i’m grinding my teeth.

Longing to be whole. Wholesome. I was under the impression that had nothing to do with language. Constantly repurposing other people words for the sake of my arguments.

Ulterior. “Would you like an adventure now, or would like to have your tea first?”

Tire from making knots with threads. Red and yellow. Greed and red. Orange and red. Red and black. Sprinkling rice around my home. Threads with amulets.

Interior is becoming exterior.

On y est presque! On sait mentir pour ne pas paniquer. Je suis dans le metro. J’en veux au monde

Numbness from cutting with scissors all day. I’ve glue stick to my skin. Am I pretending to be busy?

— Parisa Babaei