Mind's Gravity : Pandemic Has No Smell: Short Stories

The darkness said, I am the dark void in which the galaxies of things revolve like a revolutionary hurricane, which is not known its beginning or its end, leaving behind a pile of rubble.

The light has no space within my world because my world is dark and everything revolving in it is illusion.

Frustration is one way which I follow to thwart and dispel the idea.

My world is blackened by a flood of orientalist ideas that in some cases do not know how to get out of the walls of the surrounding.

These ideas are helpless because they take a lot of time, thinking and in most cases, they are not recorded in order to be kept and disappear like a mirage that is difficult for the individual to catch.

Sometimes these ideas are brilliant and unique. What I hope is that I have a way to negotiate with the lightness to take these enlightened ideas out of the wall of darkness.

Such ideas always overlap with each other and cause me insomnia.