Behind the worn-out, faded, and crumbling walls, a young girl gazes into a future that does not exist. The men have occupied every space and blend into one another. Life is lost somewhere amid these ambiguous men, hidden behind their glasses. Their eyes are fixed on nothing, except perhaps a distant horizon that seems terrifying to them. A young man in dark sunglasses, an old man with magnifying lenses—none of the men have clear features or identities. Whether facing the camera or turning their backs, they hold no real place in reality, though each bears a share of violence and power. The girl’s eyes are filled with worry and sorrow. She might be wondering how her life would have looked had she been born a man. Her image, sharp and vivid despite the crumbling walls, elevated above the quiet, chaotic murmur of the men, speaks of a hope—of women as potential saviors from a social deadlock. Yet this role, even if redemptive, comes with immense suffering, with a sense of wonderment about themselves and their lives hidden behind heavy walls. Life is something like this wall itself: ambiguous men on one side, and on the other, a vivid, black-clad young girl. The world pauses, the walls collapse, the glasses cloud with the mist of tears—and at last, something arrives.
This note is an AI generated translation of a persian note of Nasser Fakouhi. Link to the Original text:
