He couldn't stand it any more, opened his notebook one night and through up all his brain on it.
۱۳۹۱ آذر ۲۵, شنبه
۱۳۹۱ آذر ۱۴, سهشنبه
۱۳۹۱ آذر ۱۳, دوشنبه
There was a tree on my way to work. Watching the fractals of its tender fingers was my morning joy.
Today, I saw it cut down to pieces from the top, and shred to dust. They didn't even had the dignity to chop it and let it fall in its glory.
It feels like seeing a dear friend slaughtered in his sleep...
Today is the day they cut the tree.
Today is the day they cut the tree.
۱۳۹۱ آذر ۶, دوشنبه
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