Ali Reza Hayati

I was at my friend’s house two days ago, four hundred kilometers away from home, and I was having the time of my life.

Sunset over the Persian Gulf in Bushehr, Iran, as golden light dances across the waves.

I’m always proud that I try my best.

I’ve been thinking about death a lot recently.

I saw a video of a reporter, or at least someone holding a microphone, whose whole trick was quoting something and asking people whether Trump or Hitler had said it.

Two days before the end of the world, he suddenly realized he had never truly lived.

Curiously, the failures of Communism are more often treated as a joke than as a tragedy.

There’s a site called IN THE WEIGHTS that I came across through Kev Quirk’s blog post.

Have you ever seen a video of people talking or expressing opinions and you think to yourself “what kind of idiocy is this?”

Bloggers, can we make better titles for our posts?

During the internet blackout, one of the main sources of entertainment for me was watching movies.

This is just a notice that this blog is moved to a new URL.

I regret a lot of things.

This is an scheduled post, written when I had a slow internet connection during the nationwide internet shutdown here in Iran.

It’s the 22nd day of complete internet blackout here in Iran and I just could get connected with a help of a friend for some time.

You’re being lied to!

When I was a child, I used to be influenced by movies I watched.

For a long time, I used to write my name as Ali Reza, which I believed was the correct way and form of writing it.

The internet censorship and filtering in Iran is now in another level.

Aside from being unable to contact your loved ones abroad, updating your computer programs and operating systems, getting new or needed software, or simply getting music and videos/movies, being disconnected from world makes you mentally unstable.