Mordeh Keshi

In my dreams, there is always a gun and a hand that pulls the trigger so that I startle with the sound of the shot and jump out of sleep and look for a subversion. It is as if you are lying in the shelter of darkness behind a thick curtain, when suddenly the curtain is torn from head to toe and white and furious light licks your naked body. I am sleepless again. I have to sit down and pour out everything that is in my mind and search around them until I find the gun and empty its magazine...