No.1: Let's start from the roots.

I have dwelled on where to start on this photo blog for long enough, and after delaying this for even longer, I decided to start it with what got me into this, wandering around streets of Tehran.

There I grew up and spend most of my time wandering aimlessly around. To see, and to understand. To think and to find out.

It's that time of the year again, it's Esfand, time goes by and dates are edging closer to the spring, to the new year. And now, getting closer to my 30s, I'm writing this blog so far away from home in a coffee shop in Dublin. Thinking about the chaos Tehran turns into at this time of the year. People rushing around, looking for things they probably don't need. For the things that they need to put on the Haft-Sin. And on a corner, probably even now, is a young man, standing with a camera, trying to make things out, to understand. That used to be me, but I'm not there anymore.

Rushed by this nostalgic feeling, even though I'm far away, I felt like I have to start this blog with the photos I took more than 7 years ago Probably around 2018.

I didn't think of them that much back then, probably never shared many of them at the time on my socials. But it certainly hits much closer to the feeling that got me into this in the first place. I've grown to like them more & more.

I feel like, it's about the pain we shared together. The suffering of existing in a globalized world from which perspective you don't exist. Your pain doesn't exist, and your sufferings are not relatable, but a habitual norm.

Hope you enjoy it as well.

Dublin, Feb 2025.

Tajrish, Tehran. 2017 & 2018.