… Entering the car- this mobile private space, part of our nonmetaphoric but literal utopia, - I don know the model, it’s the space we take everywhere…
Trying not to enter and bedevil others’ realms… syncopated rhythm of the city… the conventional intellectuality!
Holding hands tightly, singing song, getting closer, passing the scenes in tandem, paying no attention, omitting the unwanted ones…
Skipping from Farsi to English to French, using the mixture of these languages, adding silence where these can’t define the best…
Turning up the music…
Just thinking how contrary could a ‘spiral’ be; see it from different dimensions, 1,2,3,4…

Driving and walking on the thoroughfare, simply getting closer baby…