In this monologue, Four Summers Ago, Arash talks to his sister Sally about the nature of their relationship and how he copes with his descriptive words.
ARASH: You know, I don’t even care that you called me a failure, it was what was behind it that hurt me most. The way it sounded when it came out of your mouth. There was so much heat inside of that word, so much potency, it went right through my veins, I felt it all, it sizzled it’s way through me as if I was set on top of an erupting volcano and it stayed with me, all these years, it’s kept with me…cause I learned to like it…I enjoy the burn…I’ve grown accustomed to it, it’s become my go to friend whenever I’m down, it taps me on the shoulder and wakes me up from my depression, it whispers in my ear, (whispering) FAILURE. And when I hear that word, it’s the sound of your voice—I feel everything all over again and I’m thrown back into my fight to be somebody because I want to prove you wrong. I want you to chew and swallow that word of yours, I want you to wish you never said it to me, I want you to choke on that word until you vomit.