Now Later

The morning of a rainy night…The weather is cloudy, the surroundings are calm.The streets are as clean as a washed singlet, as beautiful as a flower.The atmosphere is mesmerising as you breathe it in.The sun seems to be hiding behind the clouds and laughing in the winter.The clouds as white as chewing gum have stopped their tears, the moon and the star are consumed in the night.

My cat himbil is walking with me along the asina paths, and every now and then, he wanders in.The leaves are rustling as if to say good morning to each other.The sparrows have had their morning bath, they are combing and drying themselves on the Bebek Beach.A few milkless seagulls are hunting in the clear sea.

Slowly the fishing lines of the fishing rods dive in and out in the water world.A man collects cans on the dusty roads.While an old uncle smokes half a cigarette butt he finds, a young man urinates on the wall in a secluded corner.

A bagel seller and a coffee shop start their work, saying either fortune or kismet.I continue to live life on a partly cloudy day, after putting down a couple of pastries with hot tea in my stomach.

As the ships depart from the coast, I share the pain with those who feel pain in their hearts. As a train sends a train to Ankara, I leave behind sadness and hopes.

My cat himbil and I…While we realise life, now we feel death in us. Then…Instead of saying after, we both say let the after be now. In each after, we are looking for now in this city of coast and death.