I have not written for so long that already forgotten the feeling. Keyboard claps in the dark. I wish to write even quieter. No…
Wealth. Humans tend to define it as narrowly as they define Love. This was apparent to me as I read several posts…
Life may appear to be fleeting,but it is actually perpetual.It is comprised ofa never-ending, constantly replenishingcommunity of experiences…
we are always as close to the future as we can possibly beconstantly on the brink of the unknownabsolutely all of us share in that reality…
The chicken,or the egg?The chicken and the egg?The egg shells wrapped in feathersserved with processed meat…
‘There has to come a point when it stops being about anything, when it just is,’ George tells me, as we climb up the steep, picturesque Yeni Çarşı…