on floating in a sea of complicated feelings
Read Morea three week roadtrip, spanning an old land, ancient ruins, sleepy villages, lush mountains, and three seas
Read Morei took a ferry to visit the islands alone last friday
Read Morewhy people like to throw simit (turkish sesame bagels) at seagulls on ferry rides?
Read Morethe first time a friend took me to yildiz park — i couldn’t believe that a place like it existed in this city.
Read Morea neighborhood which felt like a village: a nostalgic time capsule along the edge of the bosphorous
Read Morethis animation came out today because i’ve been thinking of how istanbul, as a city, feels like living in the bottom of a well
Read Moretoday is chinese new years and i don’t feel a thing - only passing shadows of an ancient melancholy.
Read Moreit felt so simple and natural it almost didn’t feel real.
Read Morethe view i saw on the rocks of moda park one winter saturday, with a friend - thinking how all bodies of water remind me of each other
Read Morehave you ever been to a black sand beach? it feels a bit like an exquisitely beautiful, post-apocalyptic (post-volcanic) world.
Read Morea rainbow from my first few days in istanbul
Read Morethe act of leaving is a process (by now, a ritual) which begins the moment I ask the question: should I leave?
Read Morethese days on the island have been so windy. if it’s windy and cloudy (and dark), and the wind is strong enough, it feels like you’re at the end of the world. but windy and sunny is beautiful.
Read MoreI went offline for three days last week, hiked from fira to oia - (not the entire way) - and stopped to collect these wild plants along the way.
Read Moreone day, in the next few years, i would like to buy a house on an island, perhaps at the edge of a cliff - a place where i can see the sunrise and watch birds flying from my terrace.
Read Morea serendipitous encounter after I got lost one day — the essence of life in fifteen minutes.
Read Moreit is the kind of hike where you feel as though you are walking along the edge of the world — or the edge of a dream.
Read MoreI watched the moon rise last night - the day I turned thirty - and it was beautifully serenditipous - it happened because I missed the 4:35pm bus
Read Moreand so i find myself in a place which is famous for its sunsets - and i am asking myself the question: but is the sun not the same, everywhere?
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