The boundaries between life and death, truth and illusion, promise and reality disappear. The understandable disappears into the incomprehensible. Words die without an answer. The annihilation of one’s own psychological and physical existence is the end of the general destruction. Our past chases us like a quiet, repetitive dream. Where do the repetitions take us? What’s the difference in repeating? Does the disappearance of borders have a limit?
“Let’s talk about the situation in Iraq.
Let’s speak about it.
Let’s discuss…
Let’s see which direction …
Let’s try to understand.
Let’s hope …
Let’s find a sense …
Let’s talk about the situation in Iraq.”