Pezhman Ghorbanzadeh

I've always thought of short bios as crappy. After all, one's mind can't be described in few lines, or few books or even few libraries...
I'm a regular guy, with regular life, maybe. I can hardly remember a time, though, when I never felt lonely among so many regular beings. I've searched for reasons of my feeling different, the most... more »

I've always thought of short bios as crappy. After all, one's mind can't be described in few lines, or few books or even few libraries...
I'm a regular guy, with regular life, maybe. I can hardly remember a time, though, when I never felt lonely among so many regular beings. I've searched for reasons of my feeling different, the most sensible of which, I've figured, is the simplest things. Iranians drink tea, I adore coffee. They boast of the books they've read, I regret those I've never tasted yet. Yet I've figured something more strange. I've always felt this music in my mind, making the world as if floated in it's mesmerizing nocturne, so beautiful, it can only be described in tears flowing from the heart. And gradually, with passage of these twenty years of age, I've lost hope in finding one sole being who hears that same magical music. I've resolved then, that I might blame all this feeling lonely on that heavenly music... Do you hear it? « less