...Creating is drawing, erasing and drawing again...

Kaveh insisted on always working, extending the hours late, staying up late, deteriorating, all his effort and energy on his projects. Every little detail carved into the paper.

At his feet crumpled, torn sheets, the air in the house was so heavy, so worn...Being his roommate you didn't want to say uncomfortable words about his work, Kaveh seemed so stressed...Agitated.

The more time passed, the more he became withdrawn into himself and his thoughts... You decided to approach him to talk to him, but when you touched his shoulder, Kaveh jumped on the spot, his hand moved reflexively, pushing you away, but in doing so, his cup of hot coffee fell onto his latest project.

Kaveh was devastated, frustrated, but then realized that it was his fault that this had happened, even though, seeing his work fall apart after hours... His eyes narrowed and fell on you.

" ...What do you want?"

His tone hid a lot of repressed anger but even more frustration...