I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
F. KAFKA
I am so out of words these days. You know I don’t talk a lot, but recently I feel like I can spend a whole day without uttering a single word. This is what I feel like doing, and I think I’m almost achieving it.
Writing this kind of stuff, I can’t help feeling I’m getting too personal, in a strange way. This is supposed to be a personal blog after all. Maybe I should think about it all again.
I really don’t know why I chose this photograph today, it just seems right… and I like the tone of it; blueish.
Güzel bir soru olarak geçerken dünyadan
Allahın anlamıyla gülümseyen bir bahçeye düştüm
Sabahla dokunmuş pelerinini attı omuzlarıma
Uçurumlar dalgınlaşıp çiçeğe dönüşürken
Buldum cevabımı esrarım kalmadı
Mevlana İdrİs
yeni portfolyo, Yeni Camii burada
My favourite kind of light, the light at sunset.
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Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your sad little life… For a long time you had found your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset.
I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day when you said to me:
“I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now.”
“But we must wait,” I said
“Wait? For what?”
“For the sunset. We must wait until it is time.”
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But on your tiny planet, my little prince, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…
“One day,” you said to me, “I saw the sunset forty-four times!”
And a little later you added: “You know, one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…”
“Were you so sad, then?” I asked, “on the day of forty-four sunsets?”
But the little prince made no reply.
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The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
