Gurat Mahdi Kahfi

About statues and men.

Death is born from repetition, when two people meet and speak without ever truly drawing close, exchanging words stripped of intimacy, until feelings emerge in the hollow space between them, feelings that quietly invite death to follow, lingering in every encounter.

YOU will be brought to confusing dreams of Dimas—an uneventful event, a chicken soup, and god knows what else.