Memories of someone who one considers important to their journey through the highs and lows of life, can sometimes be looked at through rosy-tinted glasses or through a haze of emotions that once fooled one into feeling a connection. But what if that is not the truth or at least it's only part of it? That is why there's need to sometimes look at those memories and look at those human beings with a new outlook, with a new perspective.

The voice you heard, once upon a time, is back yet again and this time with a tale of woe. To a mind that is trying hard to express itself, obsession is an unwelcome but always present companion. To express means to relief one's brain of burden; and to keep quiet means building more and more structures out of a subject that might not require that much thought. To obsess, oh, what a miserable existence.

This episode has me sitting and talking with one of my closest friends, Amir Reza. We met a while ago online, and even though our physical interactions have been very limited, he is one of the people who knows about me and my life the most. So we talk about video games, our shared fear of death, Amir Reza's cat and our lives as perpetually single bachelors with anxiety issues.

P.S. this was our first attempt at using Anchor and I wasn't aware that app is also sending signals so the audio quality is not the best. There's a lot of voices that are heard twice, and even though it's noticeable, I don't know any way of fixing it. So, lesson learnt, and we will change our approach the next time we do this.

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When a journey ends, is it truly the end? Or is it just the beginning of a journey to a new destination? Life is an unpredictable monster, and new sensations bring new obsessions. One can easily stay within their confines, or one can begin something anew. Maybe a new hobby? Maybe a new gift? Maybe a new way of life? One can only know, when one tries.

When one is enthralled by an experience, it is not uncommon to want and recreate that in another form; maybe even as experiences for others. Thus begins the imagination of something grand, brought upon by the virtue of "Sid Meier's Pirates", and taking form into an idea for a series of unlikely mechanics and underdeveloped ideas.

How can one define strength? The amount of context and the amount of different sources of pressure on a brain at any given moment is so vast that to define strength seems impossible; and yet the human brain tries to define it at any given moment. Is one truly weak? Or is it the accumulation of many moments of weakness in succession? Is one truly strong? Or is luck playing a bigger part than it confesses?

The human brain works in mysterious ways. It requires accolades and praise to feel that rush of good emotions; but at the same time when it gets them it falls back on many insecurities to achieve one goal. That goal being proving that the one the brain controls is an imposter. When world seems out of order, when one tries and nothing is gained; one has to ask the odd question: is there some validity to the calls of imposter?

With a special guest, Kiarash.

Idle hands are the devil's workshop, so to keep them busy it's better to work on one's own workshop. The act of finding, enjoying and doing a hobby, is one of the most enjoyable pastimes that humanity has created for itself. It gives a weary mind who might lack creative force something to focus on, and it gives way to creating something beautiful and majestic, if not completely personal.

Disorders. Disruptions of normalcy, or merely manifestations of genetic memory? Whatever the reason, whatever the cause, whatever the root, disorders are a part of the life for many a human. Everyone have their own brand of disorders that do their job to destroy their routine, to some extend even make life obsolete. This is a tale of two disorders, and one man's brain.

Music, in its core, is a subject of passion. The music that one listens to can define their view on the world, the rhythm of their life and the magnitude of their failures. So with something so close to passion, it's inevitable that the question of "taste" is more than prominent. The music taste takes so many forms, and brings on so many judgments; it makes groups, and makes isolation.