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Masoomiyet Muzesi (The museum of innocence in Turkish)
Dear Ertyaas, Your butterflies are not leaving me anywhere in the world. They start flying from the books of Gabo, they show themselves in the museums of your city, and now this time this single one appears in this first shelf of Masoomiyet Muzesi, the house of Kemal where he is collecting all the objects that reminded him of her beloved Fusun. I was standing in front of this shelf carrying the ear-ring of Fuson’s in the form of this tiny little butterfly about to fly into the unknown, and i was thinking of you….. Orhan Pamuk who built this museum of innocence in downtown Istanbul once said that, “If…
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Inner most desires…
Its funny, whenever I ask someone what his/her inner most desire is, they always tell me of their fears. Then I have to correct them, telling, I am not asking about their inner most fears but inner most desires. Is it something to do with the uncertain times we are living in, that people have forgotten the difference between desires and fears, or is it the fear taking over our inner most pure desires like a virus, to the extent that we have forgotten the difference…. It was Ertyaas, who asked me the same question first time, about what my inner most desire is. I still remember we were sitting…
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Gabo is forgetting things….
Gabo is forgetting things…… Gabo once said that, all days are the same Tuesdays…. Am sitting now in this far eastern small town in turkey, smelling the same khushburnu chai(tea) , listening to the same old Turkish music, seeing the same faces talking to me…. its the third time i am here in this town, and it seems like life is becoming just another Tuesday….. Is it the eventual re-occurrence of things that makes us start forgetting, is it the same way we forget our breathing because of its eventuality and abundance that one day we start forgetting about life too … can life be forgotten because of abundance of…
