Sick of Doubts Driving through Boston A Dreamer’s Mind A Vision of You Chasing You This Modern Love
Wow, i'm sick of doubt / Live in the light of certain, south,
A tribute to my temporary host..
Dönmeden / Durulmuyor bu kafa.
Sana değil de fotoğrafına uzandığımı ancak farkedebildim.
It’s raining on me / Pouring down heavily..
sadness is easier, / because it's surrender.

City Lights

Being in search of light; exploring all the ways of an exit… City lights… They are sparkling, they are attracting, they are exciting…

Life is a theatrical circus - chilled under heavy rain of darkest nights. Nevertheless there is always light that brighten our darkest moments. But in which color?

That entire crowd; yet we are still all alone. All the goodness around is actually evil… All our friendships, all our loves are pledged to one simple oath: to endure and not to hurt. That’s why we are so desperate, so confused, so full in lies and secrets. And almost always we are trapped in this, we are trapped in our worst enemy: the time – or yet better said the past.

The search of time travel never was about seeing the future; it was always and it still is about changing past, fixing it, making it better. All our sorrows, all our tear-drops, all our mourning… They all belong to past.

We simply cannot move on.

And we hope that light will brighten our sight. Yet in today’s time, within a city; no one is privileged enough to see the lights of the stars. There is every color of light: red, green, yellow, blue but not the pure white… All are mixed up – like our emotions.

The wheel turns, the light moves… Only a frame, the stamp of a light, a simple reflection of our soul remains… And it is meant to remain. Yet it is what we feel; it is what we feel that we leave behind.

And that feeling nibbles our heart and soul. Future seems so blurred, so unknown. Yet it doesn’t chase us as our past does. Yet we are afraid; we are afraid to break the code.

As an escape we search the warmth in light and as a result we get lost in crowd of our heads… That is the one mistake a photographer-mind can do... Not to enjoy but to continue living today entraped in yesterday's lies.

All we need to do is to be open, and to talk without hesitation from our feelings to our comrades. Only then we can be a true part of a living organism made by chaos and order at the same time… With or without camera, only then we can rule this city and all of its lights.

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