power
I used to think that the human nature is to deny nature, now I see that we have power relations everywhere
Log#005
Log#004
The Time Keeper
Someone should write the story of a man living in an ancient civilization or a medieval village or a town whose lifelong job is keeping the time by counting numbers with a fixed time interval.
run
life is not a marathon. it is more like a run that you've spontaneously decided to take, and it is difficult. more difficult, i should say, than a marathon, i think
vulgar exchange of love
buz parçası
illusion
said
saltare lunae
a description of an eternal dance between the earth and the moon. eternal enough anyway
unsaid
Log#003
Words of Love
Log#002: Master
complaints about an unbreakable pattern. it is probably indeed breakable, but i couldn't succeed, not yet
artisans
people's beautiful creations amaze me. i want to gaze at them forever. but there is a part in me that wants to become an artisan too
invincible
it turns out things can be difficult to manage. still i survive, and it is a destructive result
less-home
Log#001
art nouveau
a new way of life, probably. i see that things are changing. what to do now? how to handle change?
Taking the S-Bahn Home
home is a word that can tentatively morph into anything. it is sort of unsettling to think about. also, i am in germany
What We Do Behind Curtains
truths out of reach
this is more of a log. it is about not being able to write recently and the seemingly never-ending problem of slumbering
promise
a promise i make to myself uploaded here for the sake of commitment and accountability
davD
absent gard'ner
hope grows on its own all the time. it is more uncontrollable when the gardener is absent, for it leaves room for the weed to grow
siren
good
a detailed english explanation of "iyi ki doğdun" from my tongue. written for a special occasion
charm
"there is charm in the mystery, i must uncover what lies beneath"
Log#000
having social interactions and feeling weirdly good about them
silence
our words, however noisy, may not make any sound, for they are mostly empty and distant. much like how our houses may not have any homes. yet, we stay
slumbering ogre
"no one knows that underneath this high-achieving machine slumbers a lazy ogre"
the night I saw a lonely bench
HTA: Red Notebook
the turkish translation of a text written, erroneously, in english for a friend
Yolcu Sahifeler
a letter of hopeless romantic hopefulness and an imitation of a style that i've encountered frequently
broken
hug?
might the answer be a hug in the woods? it sounds like a valid solution as we can not claim solitude
crumbs, bitter ones
filth
burden
Lament For She, in red
"what to do as a statue when the moment of alignment is gone for good"
inanimatus homunculus
a description of an inanimate homunculus, and its story. you will have to be forgiving for it to count as both
A Critique of The Play
Habitual Melancholy
An untimely vision
It was a good place where we sat down yesternight
sometimes i can only write what i want to say, and put it here
Life is a caterpillar on a roundabout
Öfkem ve Korkum in Three Sprachen
Eşik. Katatoni.
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A Fine Portrait of a Mirror
Yaratma Üzerine Kısa Düşünceler
İnanç Nesnesi
as i grow older, i grow further from what i used to believe, as i have not been taught how to
zamansız bir rastlantı
a dialogue between terrified uncertainty and ruthless naiveness