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instagraming my adventuresit was the best of times it was the worst of times tried to read the classics couldn’t get past that line • it is the best of times it is the worst of times cities still divided across two linesif you’ve lost count of the number of times you watched the trilogy. if you’ve gone through all the bonus footage out there. if you bought a copy of the novel for sentimental reasons and then let it sit on a shelf for a couple dozen years, it’s time to dust it off and give mario puzo’s “the godfather” the attention it deserves because damn. it absolutely is better than the movie - though my experience was amplified by having the actors and their voices echoed while reading.👋 to the 18 to the lessons blessings especially in disguise that looked like hurdles to untrained eyes ✌️ to the places and the people who crossed my path who added subtracted memories to last 🙏 to the 19 and the mysteries you store lace them gentle wrap them kind as i cross through your doors ✨
- basic instinct.
- midnight in paris.
- the good, the bad, and the ugly.
- city of love.
- life is beautiful.
- the dark night.
- the streets of san francisco.
- crazy / beautiful.
- cold mountain.
- house of sand and fog.
- coming home.
- once upon a time in the east.
- new york, i love you.
- passion in the desert.
- no reservations.
- vanilla sky.
- LA confidential.
- walk the line.
- 40 days and 40 nights.
Author Archives: eatwritewalk
there’s a hidden beauty that shrouds tehran. it’s not the obvious, overt type. i don’t find myself mesmerized by architecture and city planning as i explore the city through the backseat of dilapidated taxi cabs. perhaps it’s because of the … Continue reading
i’ve developed a morning ritual in the short time i’ve been here. eyes still semi closed, i stumble into the kitchen to sit with my grandmother and her niece where we plan out our day over coffee and sweet cha-ee. my … Continue reading
everything in tehran used to be something else. vali asr street was pahlavi street, named after the monarch before he was dethroned. esteghlal was the hilton before sanctions meant US businesses could no longer operate here. and the land upon … Continue reading
my mother showered me with stories of growing up in iran when i was a child. she created a magical space in my mind of a country i was born connected to, but felt i would never see. i wanted … Continue reading
since the day i started driving, i’ve dreaded exploring new areas – maps make no sense to me; sudden turns catch me off-guard; and my sense of direction never guides me to the right road. venturing into a new part … Continue reading
i’ve spent my last few days secluded in my sanctuary. futile attempts at completing a long abandoned chapter of my manuscript have left me a little frustrated. my wishes that the creative styles trapped away in the books on my … Continue reading