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This is my new public page on instagram. i_am_not_amir_motlagh .
Come say hello :) 

insta-cowardice.

"why is your face so goddamn dirty", yelled the belligerent man to the one legged woman lying on the street. he picked up her worn out walking stick. he looked carefully at it.

"one more hit and I can own you", he chuckled.

she looked so sad in that moment. her hair disheveled, her clothes in tatters. the princess of dejection.

i wish i could help, i thought to myself. but, I'm too busy taking a sad photo to do anything meaningful about it.

wines and roses

If consciousness is an expression of an inner feeling, where does absolute objectivity stand?  

Is it by numbers, a sort of democratic assemblage of human consciousness? 

The complicated messy stuff however, can usually not be commodified in hyper commercialism, so, let's not bother with things that have negative zero's attached.

Anyway, this exercise starts with its own hyper assumption.  The big "if" is hypothetical mumbo and jumbo.  To be fair, we all need a place to start, right?  

Remember those starry nights, filled with wine, in a friends patio, discussing the lofty.  Expressing the ideal's, the grand, and often, the built up skepticism of adulthood and trying to find THE PLACE.  

Thinking is becoming more and more crowded with iphones, instagram's, Bielbers and articles about Yahoo buying Tumblr.  

Who gives a FUCK about Yahoo buying Tumblr?  If you do, we are not simpatico.  Sorry, time is limited and you are a marshmallow.