Category Notes

There are people who leave a life without leaving the city. The street remains. The house remains. The balcony keeps its shape. The curtain still falls in the same folds. The same bus still stops at the same stop. 𝗔…

For months, something had been humming underneath my life. Very low. Very committed. I could be having a genuinely good day and it would still be there, doing its little shift in the basement. Coffee, work, running, dates, dinners, Amsterdam,…

 I have often thought that waiting is mistaken for time. It isn’t. Time keeps moving with the same indifference whether we are waiting or not. Waiting alters something else. It changes the weight of each minute. It persuades the body…

Modern breakups rarely end. They just slowly downgrade into emotionally confusing subscriptions. Some breakups end in chaos. Blocked numbers. Public crying. One person moving somewhere else and suddenly becoming really into ceramics. But most modern breakups don’t actually end. They…

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’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…

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…