I wake up to thin October light on my legs, crystalline autumn sky swimming on floor. The pigeons roosting out my window converse with my...
We carry things in life. Slowly, they wear us down. You will carry this city. It’s in your blood, the marrow of your bones, your l...
Blood in the Bosphorous, a carcass in the garden. Hulking haunches of meat hanging from hooks, dangling in smoke shrouded basements, ...
We like to think of moments as fixed events - a time in our life with set parameters, where things happen in one way, and are frozen that wa...
