Being a moth all around means not waking up until evening. Means not seeing until there are bright lights. Means blindly bashing your head on glass windows and walls expecting to reach that one point where everything is clear and the light is all around you.
Iran. Tons of miles. When something and everything stops making any sense you run. The sun does not have to be in any particular direction. Ahead, behind, left or right it makes no difference. As long as it is moving through the sky.
Maybe one day I will move out of this silly nocturnal state and create a template of a life from the patterns the sun makes on this wooden floor. For now? Ill stay here in front of the yellow blinking lighting of the night.