*artlog in process
Jerusalem, mi amor!
Istanbul & SE Turkey
Autumn window in Mardin
"Merhaba!" -said the girl . . .
“I think perhaps it is a generational thing. I talk to younger people and they say, 'Where is this melancholy city you talk about? My Istanbul is a sunny place.” Pamuk on destroying the truth.
an is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
Apertures and the watchman