Cloud.

Cloud.

My name is Cloud and I make a lot of sound. Some call it a ruckus; some call me strange, some are afraid of me, too afraid to say my name.

I know them very well. The beasts on two legs afraid of the reflection they see. They are afraid of what they conceive.  They are afraid of me.

They are afraid of themselves. It’s been going on for centuries, a whole system of lies.

I don’t want to hurt anyone but please don’t get in my way. You may see me as a clown but what I have to say is not funny in any way.

Visual Storytelling by Mehdi Iromlou