Anesthetized by action, She passes one hour after the other. One day after the other. Years pass by. She gets a quiet moment, And gazes out of the window. She had millions inside her. Millions of people. A mother, a lover, a businesswoman. A traveler, a prostitute, a writer. A poet, a wife, a painter….

How big are we all?

How big are we all? Crawling on some rocks floating around a burning gas ball. What’s the difference In a philosopher and a robot, Except their experiences of their crawl? Our hopes, fears, dreams and wishes. The borders, the passports, the ceremonies. Presidents, rickshaw pullers, prostitutes. Lovers, sisters, rapists. Palaces, vacations, gourmet food. Facebook, photographs,…