back to the mediterranean

hello hello

i know

i disappeared

i was in mongolia... not only that, in the countryside, way into the heart of mongolia, to the land where my grandmother was born

it was amazing, didn't wanna come back, didn't wanna leave that beautiful place... it was just bliss, heaven...

and now i'm back... feeling a little disoriented

but all is well, it seems that i was energized and recharged in mongolia... it happens every year i go back... and the funny thing is, the charge runs out around new years... and the 2nd semester of my life, actually my school life which is my life, kinda tumbles on forward, like a child learning to walk and by the time summer has come, i'm a complete mess...

what is up lisa darling? working, i suppose, with all those hormones hehehe, i would think the battle with your hormones would have finished by now, who won i wonder... summer is nasty...

but mine passed on so peacefully and beautifully... and i look forward to autumn and the whole year ahead of me... and to you of course...

love you much much

d.

for the love of icarus!

please please please do!!

come come come!

really! my exams finish around june 17th or something... come any time after june 20th... and try to come for as long as you possibly can...

and definitely talk to your turkish teacher about getting transferred for a year... to learn turkish... i'm sure he can help you out in some way... so that you can stay here for a whole year or something...

an/or come and start at my school... i am so deadly serious you'll do wonderful... go into the fashion and textiles... i swear you will do better than anyone here, there really isn't much of an art circle here, anything you do is going to be top-notch... you can study painting! i swear the tuition is a couple of hundred dollars (i'm serious)... and there is none of the crazy, soul-killing race for perfection and/or race to get above someoene... you wouldn't be coming for the education anyhow, you'll be here for self-discovery, for the mediterannean sea, for the turkish breakfast!!

but of course, all of this is very serious and you have to think about it a lot... i can assure you you will have all my support if you do decide to come here (i'm in izmir, by the way) and...

one thing i can promise: solitude and quietness... hehehe, i don't now... sometimes, silence can be louder than hell but...

and really, living in a foreign country is hard... it is lonely and alienating experience...

but all for the best, i've never regretted...

and...

i gotta say this... maybe i'm doing this for myself... because having you here would be wonderful for me... but i have to think about you too hehehe, just give it a serious thought... talk to ur turkish teacher...

and get back to me on this...

summer at last

summer has come at last, 30 degrees and above... i usually can't stand heat, but since spending last summer in antalya, i have become family with it, missing it and loving it.

and reggae music... with an ocean view from my window.

i miss you lisa, miss your words, miss your presence...

i'm very lonely right now, not a soul whom i can confide to, lean on to...

no one i can hug and not let go...

but it's not a depressing, unsettling loneliness...

it's more balanced and quiet...

not dark and crazy...

cannot wait for the exams to be over...

i'm planning to read this summer, read as much as i can...

i miss literature, it's curtained wholesomeness...

i have been popping pills of cinema, my symptoms relieved periodically...

but of course i cannot deny its power to change from the roots...

oh, have i changed?

only you can answer that, i'm much too subjective to make any conclusions on myself...

http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/05/05/080505fa_fact_sedaris

a wonderful article on starting and quitting smoking... kkk... it's a very accurate account of how someone who hates smoking starts smoking.

complications

my little sister

she's going through a hard time, let's just say... and she really needs me this summer. i really wanna be there for her. i either have to go to mongolia or i have to bring her here. but my parents won't give permission coz she's too little and they have it in their heads that i am a physical and emotional mess who needs to be rehabilitated and fixed up every summer. so they want me to come.

yet this year i really really hope that i can make use of a whole summer. i don't want it to go to waste, time is everything, really.

and yet there is a part of me that wants, needs to go back because i may be a physical and emotional mess, or i am from time to time and going back to mongolia helps me out a lot in a way. and on top of that there are my dear grandmothers who long to see me; and i have this fear that i won't be able to see them before they die... which is a terrible thought i know.

and of course there are the money troubles.

if you come when exactly will you come and how long...

there so many factors that we have to take into consideration if we're gonna make it happen. tell me what you want, what you plan to do and your expectations, everything...

i'd love you to come, it would be amazing. it would be out of this world...!

something personal

there are all these fights, all over this world, that you want to be a part of, that you feel you should be a part of, that it is our born right to be a part of... there are the wars, the human rights movements, the '68 student movements, cinema, the new wave, free cinema and yada yada yada... all these monumental, bigger than a life, bigger than us FIGHTS... and then

suddenly

you hear something like a friend from the past, someone who isn't that good of a friend, just a friend, an acquientance... has had a baby...

and suddenly all these fights, the power that is turning the world around and around has suddenly been cut, everything stops, or rather

you stop, and realise that all these things are actually meaningless things...

when there is something as beautiful and as pure as a baby!

and everything is meaningsless and stupid

and all u want is a baby, living that experience, that moment! that fight!!

because the biggest fight is there, in bringing a LıFE into this world...

i'm messed up

i am bill

i find the art scene in turkey too pretentious. i don't like how it tries too much. i am turned off by people and things trying so hard to be something else, trying to be something very shallow and alien. to be an artist one must know his/her roots.

one's roots.

what the hell does it mean, especially in today's world? what does it mean when we are all over the place, when the place of 'finding' ourselves is in a coffee-shop or in a club? when we are losing and finding ourselves, when we are on and off, on and off, all-the-time? if we cannot connect with our surroundings, if we are alienated and used? when the value of a human being is as good as the couple of papers with a president printed on them which he/she carries... a couple of bills... as a token of value, as a symbol of humanity, as an entity. maybe not in america... but this is the truth of the rest of the whole world.

this is the history and the story of the whole world. we think by the day. we think of today's bread money. not retirement plans, not investments for future vacations.