I am back in Iran. Iran is at war with itself. I will not win, it will not lose, for all that can be won was lost over decades prior and frankly it has nothing left to lose. All that is left is the shimmer in the distance that, when the sun is positioned just right, might be understood as hope. Might be understood as freedom.
I can not really do anything to help the people of Iran. I can spread their voices of despair though. Then that is what I do. Let us put a prism on that shimmer and turn it into rainbows. Dark twisted rainbows.