This day of all days...
It’s that time of the year. That very month. It’s the day. This day of all days and I’m miles away under a radiat sky and around glorious palms whereas elsewhere the sky is heavy and overcast, the ground glazed with ice, trees white, magnificent buildings and broad streets...
Yerevan, gray and dull in February, almost lethargic and yet how much I miss it right now, on this very day, how much i miss the mood, that very state matching with the month. Nostalgia, a wistful longing for a moment in the past, a particular event, a mood, emotional state.
February and the sun is bright. From where I am at, outside my window palm trees stretch towards the sun. The sky is blue, the kind of blue that can only be seen in a place that does not know cold. And yet I think about a place, that place under a different sky, laden with heavy clouds, the world white and trees covered with snow. And i long for winter, for the snow. Somewhere there, under the different sky I could’ve been living a different life. Somewhere there I would be waking up to snow and not the sunshine.
I am currently working on a story. The story about Yerevan, or rather of events taking place in Yerevan. The story that requires a lot more than the power of memory. It demands that one state, the state of absolute solitude, the frenzied solitude, the listless, restless search, the experience of this absolute freedom and yet the only way i can experience this solitude and boundless and binding freedom is through my writing, through dreams and their actualization through writing, however limiting it might be, limited by words, by sentences and paragraphs...
Perhaps this is why I started posting here. To somehow, through the ciber space get closer to the place where the very events of my story took place.
So that either through repetition, or comments i will find additional guidence, or else inspiration to invest into the work that's taking up all of my energy and some more. I wish i could write all this in Armenian. I wish i could get comments of some kind. Bear with me. Thank you
Nika
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Nika
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