You’ll see an old man who’s selling books from half a dollar now at Kızılay on a roadbridge. Brown, wrinkled craggy skin which is shouting at all wavelengths as “I’m old”. But of course you will always and also see kids who’s trying to sell you handkerchiefs. Many are nearly six or at most eight [...]
Postscript
My campus gets all shitty after any social organization – be it a concert, festival or any sort of public entertainment activity. I’m still wondering why are we taking all the extrauniversitial people inside. This night someone knifed somebody and before that one sobbing – probably broke up with his bearded girlfriend – threatened to [...]
sicko
My stomach has declared war on me. I’m puking, can’t shit and feeling woozy.Gawd… I had looked to three philosophers which I’ll be responsible for the finals. Bergson, William James and Wilhelm Dilthey gone – Heidegger and Husserl awaits my attention.
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Mornin’ post (nm it’s Half noon)
Weather’s like shit. Although it’s 25th of May it still doesn’thesitate to bake us in the morning and froze us to death in the noon,with thunders and lightnings of course – flashy thing anyway. Where arethe oldschool thunderstorms which you can see it coming a day or twobefore?
Found and bought Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things. [...]
One of those days
I’ll understand why are we so deluded in our greatness and incorruptability.
I’m trying to believe that with all my heart which is long dead and gone.
But of course it’ll happen when we stop thinking in dualistic notions. Us or Them, me and you… friend and enemy. If you share my point of view [...]
Posession Journal I
Breathe…
How hard can it be? Just take a breath in… hold it and give it out… C’mon it’s easy…
I.. can’t…
Tch tch… you are really disappointing me. And to think it was done to ME… scourge of seven hells – bound to a pussy…
Wh… what are you talking…
So, someone can breathe! That’s all [...]
