I don’t like to be called Iranian. From childhood I have tried all my best to replace all elements of my life with things that are not Iranian, one element at a time. My room, my home, my creations, they have nothing Iranian in them.
I’m not an Iranian. I hate it when my biographies are written as “Iranian Polymath”, why don’t people get me?
I don’t use LLMs as “Yes Man”, I use them as critiques who hate me and let them roast me, destroy me, and in doing so I try to find my fellas. This is my own sandbox engineering…
Real ideas have gravity and when they are lost in conferences and papers and bullshit marketing it drives me crazy.
When I listen to Norah Jones’ “Those Sweet Words”, I always imagine a French town winery, a sweet summer, something like the movie “A Good Year”. And when you watch the music video it is a dark bar and wedding with people dancing this strange maniac things. Nothing, absolutely nothing as I had imagined. This is the hight of gutter filling in Sub-Graph Transfer .

We visited the the Sharif Box with Fateme H. and it was a lovely place. We visited many other places that were complete trash—not even worth mentioning—but the space above the co-working space of the Sharif Box was amazing. It looked like two homes, which at first glance is exactly what we want the 1285 to be, a home.

It is enough spacious for what we want to do, and has some little glass-wall separated zones that aren’t inherently bad. we can put the noisy things there.


Another good thing about the space is that its stairway has a dedicated door, so our artists have no need to walk inside the premises. It is both easier for us and people at the co-working space.

It also has tons of space outdoors that can be utilized for anything we want, as well as just having artists go and breathe there.

The Space of 1285 , Things we must have.