In Regno Nihilitatis
Dear empty room
Dear empty room, dear stars, dear nameless spirit, Tonight I yield myself to you. I will remove my skin as one sheds a garment after long weariness, disabuse myself of this tired and ambivalent existence. There remains but a tender vacancy within the breast: a quiet hollow no earthly diversion has ever long consoled. So let me keep company with this emptiness awhile. There is sorrow in desiring transcendence while still bound to one’s flesh, to blood and tears, to the slow indignities of time. Yet there are hours, most often in solitude, beneath the patient hand of night, when the soul appears to lean beyond itself, and the world grows strangely uncanny. I shall stand within that soft thinning. I will dance with the presence that watches from the periphery, at the threshold where my singular being and world become indistinguishable. The stars will burn on in their ancient silence. The room will remain unchanged, and I will become unmade. Nothingness. It will be glorious and pathetic both, and in that moment, more than in any other, I will know that I loved you.
برای نیکا شاکرمی، آرمیتا گراوند، سرینا اسماعیلزاده، رها بلالیپور، کودکان توییتر و هر نام جاودانهای، شناخته شده و ناشناخته