liberty

It's common today to feel for the anguish of the Iranian people. It was humane, yesterday, to mourn for the Virginia Tech casualties. Two decades ago, we thought that the world changed its polarities while the Iron Curtain was falling. A few centuries ago, the French revolution killed its creator, Danton.

This morning, I developed a new phobia. The only phobia I acquired. Freedom. Fear that once one fought for liberty, the scars of war are only deepened by not achieving what one was wounded or killed for. Anguish that a revolution is locked in a perpetuum mobile mode, a state bringing only adrenaline and nothing more. Hope crushed by lead, teeth biting the baton while spelling 'forever'. Ephemeral as the child's play, brutally ended by a mother's call to dinner. The revolution, thus, represents just the will to change the seats only.  read more »