Every night I wake up several times. I have nightmares of executions.

An anonymous author reflects on their relationship to history and on what it means to both witness and participate in historic protests in Iran.

“I am the Great Lord Pabori, who eats the roast of seven lions!”

“I was a fool. I will die and you will live. Return to our young now!”

The cat said, “If I fetch him from down here, what will you give me?”

I found a white bean: where did I plant it? In the middle of a garden on a white sandy hill. Strong and tall, the beanstalk grew all the way to the sky; up the stalk, branch by branch, I climbed until…

I had a brindled cow, sheltered in the byre. What became of the brindled cow? I traded her for money. What became of the money? The river swept it away. What became of the river? Black bulls lapped it…