For whom to write

For whom to write
I ask my old friend Babak, he smokes his thin More cigarette pushing last remainder of smoke from his lungs. I'm trying to convince him to write again I've read his work I know how creative and inspiring his writings used to be. As we move thru this beautiful park in Vancouver he says who should I write for?
Write for future generation let them know what we went thru try to guide them inspire them.
This generation, are you serious?
Yes I answer write for them who else for?
Our old friends believe everything has changed, there fore anything goes. I say ok let's imagine that is so but I know I can't take shit for my headache for pain to go away I have to take aspirin.
We both laugh, he continues when I first published a collection of my short stories I was23 years old influenced by lu shun I learned from his simple way of writing his language was language of common folks. Not bad for a 23 years old teacher from Azerbaijan However good my work was frowned upon by intellectual elite in Tehran. None the less in certain circles my work was well received and this fame goes under your skin, you feel immortal and life seems full of potential to gain more recognition.
Now I come here to this park sit here at this same bench, and laugh at my naïve way of looking at life. I'm alone no one understands me and before I open my mouth I'm stamped, branded, categorized and boxed as "traditional left" all cause I still believe aspirin is aspirin and shit is shit.
Summer of 2007
n.tonkaboni