Notes on the mess we humans create, love included
Notes on the mess we humans create, love included
At first, his emotional unavailability looked sophisticated. The no-social-media thing felt attractive. The privacy felt mature. The emotional distance looked disciplined instead of evasive. He worked constantly. Stayed busy constantly. Moved through life with the efficiency of someone determined never…
I was on the phone with my sister the other day, the one who used to scare me into crying when I was little by telling me I might die, and somehow seemed to enjoy it, even though she was…
I’m on a train right now, on my way to celebrate my birthday with some of my favorite people. Which feels exactly like the kind of moment you’re supposed to be fully present for. And I am, mostly. But there’s…
yerinde saydığını ne zaman anlarsın aynı cümleyi başka bir ağız sanıp yeniden söylediğinde gülüşünün içinden tanıdık bir yankı geçtiğinde ve kimsenin fark etmediği bir tekrar seni ele verdiğinde ben eski esprilerimi tekrar ettiğimde anlarım çünkü mizah en az dirençle…
I used to believe love was enough. We were raised on that idea, weren’t we? That love fixes things, softens edges, rewrites endings. My mother never let me watch films with bad endings. Or maybe she changed them before they…
I’ve been trying to name what this is without immediately diagnosing it, packaging it, or romanticizing it into something more palatable. It’s not just overthinking. That word feels too small like trying to fit an ocean into a teacup and…
I downloaded a dating app for the first time at an age where your knees sometimes make a noise when you stand up too fast. Not loudly. Just enough to remind you that you’re no longer in your “I met…
It’s like watching a film that can’t catch up with itself frames slipping the road bending, the image always arriving a heartbeat too late. Drifted into old photographs, and there we are again somewhere between continents between laughter and silence,…
As a certified herbokolog (a Turkish word we jokingly use for someone who thinks they know everything!) , of course I was eventually going to write about this topic too. And one of the best decisions I made this year…
Bir süre sadece yazmak istiyorum. Çünkü zihnim o kadar dağınık ki, yazmaya yeltendiğim anda düşüncelerim kelimelere dönüşmek ve bir sıraya girmek zorunda kalıyorlar. Sanki içimde sürekli konuşan, birbirinin sözünü kesen onlarca ses var ve yazı, hepsini bir sandalyeye oturtup sırayla…