We will leave and never return...

“The blind man is not missing sightedness just as the stone is not missing sightedness....
and the wind is crying, standing on the shore of pride full of mud covering his feet,
dust is whispering; We will leave and never return...”

       Maybe in this unstable time, nothing could reflect our mentality as much as small chicks not knowing their futures scattered around a dimly lit room. They might be thrown into slaughter machines, sent to butchers, or forced into laying eggs once they have matured. And yet, in this dim light, they wait to be fed. A life of constant waiting, crying, and chirping only to be comforted.

       As a part of this huge economic system, we all share different forms of diversion that could create a sense of comfort, hope, or somewhere to look forward to in the future. In the end, baby chicks might just cry desperately for hope in their hopeless time.

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