Longing is a scar inside the heart and a country's fingerprint on the body. But no one longs for his wound, no one longs for pain or nightmare, but for what was before. For a time where there was no pain except of primary pleasures that melt time, like a sugar cube in a cup of tea, and for a time of heavenly images. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/gazaguy/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/gazaguy/support