Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and, most disturbingly, caring about nothing.
— Mahbod Seraji, Rooftops of Tehran
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The majority of my time is spent on the third floor of our house, where I’m free to clutch the pillow I’ve come to depend on, regardless of where I’m sitting, lying down, or pacing back and forth in my room. The tighter I hold it, the calmer I feel. It provides a much-needed buffer between my surroundings and me. Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and, most disturbingly, caring about nothing. A persistent silence has taken over my life. Life moves on, and I seem to be standing still, defying its demand for change. I live in my life without touching it, without feeling it, and certainly without appreciating it.
~ Mahbod Seraji, Rooftops of Tehran (Penguin, 2009)
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