Sitting here, in front of the land where Angry Angel of Felis will be born before my eyes. Thousands of miles away from the starting line, from a town called Hawk City (Shahin Shahr), in the center of Iran. Surrounded by a nature that’s the habitat of the red tailed hawks, Bucks, and Wolves.
Where I was born, Is like when I was born and what I was named.
These are my roots, like the house where I grew up, deeply connected to what I’ve felt, What I’ve seen, and what I’ve done.
For me, the journey itself is all. Because I believe, in the end, all we are left with is a map. A map of discovery, demonstrating the paths we’ve walked, planting choices one by one, studying the seeds, and observing the process as we wait for the outcome.
