And my father, a psychiatrist, when asked by a journalist as to what love sickness was all about, answered, “There is no such thing. Not being in love is an illness.”
Writing, recording and reflecting on what we have written breaks our bondage from the overflow of information. Keeping diaries, journals and video accounts of private events and thoughts gives us an opportunity to reflect on what is happening and also passes on to the following generations and historians an account of the people and times by the people themselves. We are the truth. Let them play their media games. The greatest fear of those who rule is not the opposition but not to be taken seriously.
There is more than one way to say “hello,” more than one way to say, “I love you,” and no ways to say freedom. The moment we reduce a multi-dimensional, multi-sensual experience to one spoken word, we destroy the infinite richness surrounding us.
İçimde o zamana kadar duymadığım bir eziklik vardı. Bu korku değildi, acı değildi. Ancak kendisine ihanet eden insanların duyacağı bir azaptı. Bir ucu iğrenmede biten garip bir duygu.