the butterflies of zagorsk skype

Of course, the thinking described here should not replace scientific thought. Looking through these images, it felt as if this was the first time a human being had sought to enter into its own body, as if exploring the secrets of an inner cave. Nafiseh had somehow forgotten that Sawsan rarely made food that she liked. The fridge rocked back and forth, then vomited the rest of the limbs onto the concrete. And what vision of humanity was left for our poetry, our faith?

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