On the Eve of the Final Explosion Look into my eyes, there you may trace the history of a battle, a battle they call the dance of inversion. Inversion is my way of liberation. Look! how I run while standing still. how I breathe through suffocation. how I smile beneath furrowed brows. I was surrounded. The commander gave the order: “Bind her to the firing squad of darkness.” Unaware, that I dance with battle that I move through darkness that I dye myself in its shadow. Now you stand face to face with an inverted history, where resistance becomes movement and stillness becomes escape. Ten seconds remain until the final explosion. I have stretched those ten seconds, now time itself is an eternity

Mehdi Mohseni