Araz Gholami

Spring and Nowruz are approaching, and the municipality, like every year, is planting flowers and bushes all over the city. Mix the scent of these flowers with the sunny weather. Mix it with the occasional gentle rain. It becomes an ideal combination for closing your eyes and thinking. Not thinking, actually—immersing yourself in thoughts. Immersing yourself in a world whose rules are written by your own hand. If you want, the apple falls from the tree; if you don’t, it doesn’t.