we exist for a moment, above the laughter, the barking, the sound of her shoes. It’s just us, our eyes meeting on the school path. I just look. I can do nothing else. I would look forever.
perhaps everyone else feels foreign in their hometown too. yes, perhaps we are all just islands, as wild and merciless as each other, separated by our countless defects. perhaps there is no remedy for it, and all we can do is learn which parts of ourselves to deny and which parts to bring into the light.
namuslu değilim, ama ben tek başıma bir hiçim, kaçınılmaz olan sosyal kötülüğün küçük bir parçasıyım sadece.
ilçedeki bütün memurlar da zararlı kişiler ve hepsi havadan para alıyorlar. demek ki namuslu olmamamın suçlusu ben değilim, zaman. iki yüz yıl sonra da olsaydın bambaşka biri olabilirdim.