...the Endless Repetition Of An Ordinary Miracle.

I Want To Describe The Psychological State Of The People In A Certain City.

Sometimes I Would See Them Not As Mementos Of The Blissful Hours But As The Tangible Precious Debris Of The Storm Raging In My Soul.

Tell Me Then, Does Love Make One A Fool Or Do Only Fools Fall In Love?

I Am Nothing But A Corpse Now, A Body At The Bottom Of A Well.

Istanbul Is A Vast Place. There Are Very Conservative Neighbourhoods, There Are Places That Are Upper Class, Westernised, Consuming Western Culture.