living at the bottom of a well
this animation came out today because i’ve been thinking of how istanbul, as a city, feels like living in the bottom of a well. the city exerts an enormous gravity on you - such that walking its streets makes me feel as though i’m wading through molasses.
to say that it is grounding or anchoring would be insufficiently accurate. it is disorienting, overwhelming, such a heavy place that i feel as though i will fall through the ground into the inner core of the earth. no wonder everyone sits around smoking instead.
how do you exist at the bottom of a well?
by breathing, staying still, and quiet. by speaking to the inner chaos within in a soft, soothing voice, and not trying too hard to tame it.
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