Translated by Rupen Janbazian
While the capital city shuts off the lights and prepares for sleep in its endless bliss of naive trust, an invisible monster lurks the city streets. It travels from avenue to avenue and from city square to city square targeting all that still stands witness to our collective memory.
And so, you wake up one morning to the sudden realization that your fate has already been sealed. You wake up and discover that you no longer have history. Someone has hijacked the soul of your city. Someone has stolen a piece of your collective identity.
The tragedy is that there seems to be no force that can stop this monster. There seems to be nothing that can control its evil appetite.
What’s next, Mr. President? What is the next target of this insatiable monster? What historic landmark will it target next? We know that these targets are commonly referred to as “objects” (օբիեկտ) by the city bureaucrats. We also know that these objects have a soul and are meant to reverberate in the consciousness of generations to come as a living part of our national heritage. Which one of the remaining treasures will be the next victim? And who is this monster anyway that the state has, so far, been unable to subdue?
"The Armenian Weekly," August 20, 2015