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Hadi Pakzad
Hadi Pakzad, known as “H-P”, was born in December 1982 in Mashhad, Iran, and began writing fiction and composing rock music in his teens. He released seven concept albums and the official selection Darkness, writing the lyrics and musical ideas of all of them himself. He died in May 2016.
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Exhausted Engines
Ever since the first time my balloon burst when I was a child, I've never felt good again. Many times I felt better, but good, no. I mean, everyone loves their balloon…
Chemistry of Love
Chemistry of Love I dedicate this piece to all those who deserved, and still deserve, something better than what has been sold to them in the name of love. Right at the…
The Chair
Part one: it's very strange that the more a person has enjoyed anything in life, the more, in exactly that measure, they suffer from its absence. This is one of those…
The Wrong Door
1. All of us go on strike sometimes; we shut the door of our house or our room on the world and decide to be by ourselves for a while, and well, for eating and washing…
Slavery
Years ago I read somewhere that in Iran each person works for eleven people. I have no interest in political or social debates, but let's extend this to people's…
Don't Become a Dress
The woman I learned love from, unlike most people, who take love to be an exchange and a mutual attraction, believed that love doesn't run in a closed, cycle-like…
Untitled — “The Tragedy of Uselessness”
In the literature of life there is a bitter story called the tragedy of uselessness. The neighbor is hammering a nail into the wall, and that wall is the most important…
Untitled — “Based on a True Story”
Based on a true story. / Have you ever quit something? / Cigarettes, say, or alcohol, or a person, or even a belief. / For some kinds of quitting there are patches, for…
Untitled — “You Live in a Third-World Country”
You live in a third-world country with nth-rate thoughts. If you're sitting on a bench on the cobblestones along a river that runs through the middle of a city, waiting…
Untitled — “In a Film an Old Man Said”
In a film an old man said, I don't know why people first went after skin, or when it was. He meant animal skin. I don't know whether it was to keep warm in the cold back…
Urgency
I had gone to the neighborhood hypermarket to buy a few specific groceries. My dear, you know I don't buy anything for the fridge unless I have to; it puts my mind more…
Name Them
In the middle of winter I was driving, and since I'd only just gotten into the car, its parts were still cold and even the steering wheel had numbed the skin of my…
Light Hands
For a lot of people, the first time they see you, your hands matter. They may pretend otherwise; maybe they don't look straight at your hands at all, or they even shake…
Darkness Album Launch: ISNA Photo Report
ISNA photo report of the Darkness album launch (in Persian)
Darkness Live Rehearsal
The behind-the-scenes images you see were rehearsals for a live performance (of the album Darkness) that had been planned for Dey 1394, and unfortunately, despite all…
Let's Say
Let's say you left to bring news, to come to terms with yourself. You took me and tossed me at the edge of your little world, and later and less often than the dishes…
Untitled — “Agreement, Fear, Psyche”
1. Agreement: If you're interested in social issues, please don't read the rest of this text, because my piece isn't social at all; the same goes if you're feeling fine…
Tampering
For a while I'd been feeling lonely; I wanted a pet. I hate birds, because I know they haven't got much of a brain, and yet they can fly. Who on earth gave something…
There's Been a Mistake
Looking for a picture frame, I wanted to stop by the old basement of my mother's house, which has long been a storeroom for things no one uses anymore, all the things…
Letter #2
My dear, if you take life itself from someone, they call you a murderer. Maybe you get caught, maybe not; you might not get caught and still regret it, and it's also…