My mind can't handle the constant stream of events, news, and chaos in this world.

Privacy is morphing into a rare commodity.

there is only yourself.

The cup says that I turn my back.

What happened to originality?

I'm trying to reach my fish basket.

A land not mine.

That's how my summer was 🪚

To me, the artwork represents an emotional anticipation of our inner and outer circumstances.

Humanity hasn't shown all its creativity yet. We have a lot within us to express through our living bodies 🪡

NO THANKS, I'm not interested in the artificial intelligence art.

A cart full of fish, all for me to carry home alone.

Perhaps this unsuitable environment made me a better person
and perhaps these wars have shaped the minds of my ancestors.
Maybe I cannot grow in a non-clay soil.

Roland Topor.

The discontented soul with present treasure,
Shall find no solace in the dreams of pleasure.

حياتي بالعراق كلها عبارة عن ديجاڤو 'Déjà vu