Since the start of the protests, the absence of slogans on the walls of Tehran was distressing to me. I expected them to materialize en masse since the early days of the unrests, but they only showed on a small scale, one here, another there. I kept thinking perhaps we were too busy attending rallies and shouting from rooftops, until I realized that I had to look a little bit harder to notice their appearance – or disappearance, to be more exact. So to preserve the leftovers, I took out the camera and warily took a few shots. At first they were far and in-between, but by the middle of last week, it became almost impossible not to notice their nonexistence.
On my route to work, it is amusing nowadays to watch this create-annihilate process between matter and anti-matter. A “death to the dictator”, having appeared on the Sadr Freeway in the evening before, no longer is by morning. But in this baryogenesis, anti-matter is already in the minority, and comes at a net cost. Anyway, even in this state, it is sometimes possible to determine what the slogans once were.
