What is there in our lives other than the remembrance of lost youth and lamentation for what is? This poem is about these moments.

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I recorded these poems from Anthropogenic Activities in an empty mosque on our school campus, in an attempt at finding a quiet place to record, otherwise I would not have made these recordings. So, I ask that you bear with me the background noise from the street nearby and the boy sweeping the grounds and consider them as white noise: nothing more, nothing less.