nazanin was one of my closest friends while i lived in pittsburgh. i met her one evening at a mutual friend’s place; she sat underneath his rubber tree among a semi-circle of acquaintances, talking passionately about politics in her birth country of Iran, and at one point i got confused and asked if she was referring to canada.
Damn this is poignant and powerful. I love the eyes through which Ulrich viewed her. And maybe the eyes you see her with are the same eyes you see yourself with, (that's how it goes with me at least) so maybe you'll also see yourself more kindly. . . it's an issue i struggle with too. . .figuring out how to dragonfly my one way of seeing others and myself.
Damn this is poignant and powerful. I love the eyes through which Ulrich viewed her. And maybe the eyes you see her with are the same eyes you see yourself with, (that's how it goes with me at least) so maybe you'll also see yourself more kindly. . . it's an issue i struggle with too. . .figuring out how to dragonfly my one way of seeing others and myself.