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Vanished in a Day
       
     
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10 x 10 x 16 inches
Mixed media installed in plexiglass
2013

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10 x 10 x 16 inches
Mixed media installed in plexiglass
2013

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10 x 10 x 16 inches
Mixed media installed in plexiglass
2013

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Vanished in a Day

When My Dreams and I Got Lost on the Same Day

Suppose one day you get to a glass box with a golden floor whose dimension is 18 x 22 x 35 on a height of 110 cm from the ground and 1295 km, 38 m and 22 cm far from the sky. Looking at the box from one angle, you see a human whose legs are not on the ground just like a balloon whose owner let go of its thread. The human firmly hits the glass wall again and again and feels pain. Now looking at the same box from another angle, you see a human who is just writing. Writing what? Trivial happenings of his life, name it everydayness, to take his brain out of this hotch potch and be able to take a look at his surroundings.

You keep moving round the glass box and you see another human over there who cannot see the truth. He would rather live in his dreams and his lack of presence in the world has left him with a personality failure which makes others get away from him.

Now go a bit farther. Take

a look at the box from the left. You see a woman who is haggling with herself to make sense of her life and existence. She is among those whose lives are meaningless; in fact, we have not seen people as the ones in the box in our own life.
However, these are not the reality. These are dreams. But to tell the truth once I stood a bit farther from the box glancing I saw myself. The box and I were lost at the corners, and all those standing far away were astonished seeing us. It was there I figured out that all of us were lost at a corner _ the one where our dreams met; the one in which we were all together in another box while people in larger boxes were watching us.

When I woke up afterwards, I figured out I saw these dreams on the same day when my dream and I got lost.

However, I don’t recall the exact day.

Delbar Shahbaz
December 2012