Turkish Delight

… the cries of Istanbul

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Istanbul, Turkey left me in a state of shock to say the least.

A state of delirium, I was like one of the many dogs and cats roaming it’s streets, in search of the next place to find shelter only to be caught in a labyrinth of cries for chai, Chai, CHAI! Slightly different from the time spent in the last two weeks in the emptiness and solitude of the abandoned farmhouse, gnawing at my bottom lip and asking myself ‘what am I doing here?’

Now in Istanbul, I was wanting to return to the house… for some intuitive reason or other, I felt that I had to go back and start… start something… not just pretty photos but actual physical building… I was hungry for it. I was ready to begin even though the first day back I kept repeating the words ‘kurwa, kurwa, kurwa' (english translation: fuck, fuck, fuck)

On the other hand, Istanbul was the sweet topping to the layers of investigation in the last few years to the inquiry ‘what of death.’Although I am unable to answer it in a few simple words just yet, the savor is long lasting and the trip provided a different interpretation of the condition...

for some reason the term prosthesis lingers on the tip of my tongue… and I am realizing just now that I am comparing the sense of taste as an analogy to the inquiry of death in architecture. Funny, but somehow fitting in a weird way ( if you had their baklava or any Turkish sweets, it would seem more fitting).