enqvy

about

i exist in a place you don't want to exist. be grateful

lately i've been thinking about how the light falls through blinds in the late afternoon, and how some memories feel like they belong to someone else, but then i realized it's a nuke. i dont have any type of personality, i just complain about being iranian

what i do

if i had my internet, something will happen, but nothing ever happens because i have no internet

most of my work just remain in my head

what i enjoy

i enjoy when i can make those works come to life, in the spare time that as a human i have a right (never)

listening

not listening to anything right now.

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