Mehdi Rajabian

This piece is the narrator of a human body that no longer has a physical presence, the feeling is for the time when I was on a hunger strike, between earth and sky, between life and death, between the living and the dead ... On the 29th day of the hunger strike, I opened my eyes that morning, and I did not know whether I was alive or dead, on earth or in heaven. I was in a trance. It was a strange feeling.

Coronavirus days are a normal day for me. I have been completely alone at home for years, a complete ban. It was as if I had been transferred from a smaller prison to a larger one, in Iran, because of the ban, all artists and journalists and even ordinary people inside Iran are afraid to even talk to me, I am completely alone, and I am always at home.