تابوت زندگان

Exhausted from standing blindfolded the past few nights, I am now kneeling in a coffin.

This was our punishment for speaking out. We lasted only as long as our belief, ability and

motivation allowed. I could only bear it for three months. My body and soul could not tolerate

more than that. My world had shrunk. As small as a small wooden coffin and full of the grey

and black frequency waves from the speakers. This was my entire being.

A whirlwind of doubt and contradiction was spinning in my mind. The doubt and contradiction

share my coffin with me. My comprehension couldn’t withstand the whirlwind. The end of

this road was to give in.

My soul was broken. I saw it with my blindfolded eyes. I heard it in the silence of my coffin.

It took thousands of years for me to give voice to that endless night and to expose the wounds

of my wandering soul.