I've been reading the autobiographical fiction of Patti Smith: "Just Kids" these days. It started with kind of a disappointment for me, maybe because I'm reading it in Turkish and the language of the book sounded kind of too simple in the beginning. Then quite unexpectedly I started getting inspired by the story of the intellectuals living in the 60-80s. I've written stuff, read more, watched and observed more. And now I feel the urge to take my camera and start travelling again, so here I am, less lazy ( ) editing my gallery, deleting no longer wanted works and adding a few new ones.

Morever, this country, the life I have here do me good. I'm both calmer and more enthusiastic to create. Sometimes (these days a lot) I remember a memory or have a dream about a woman I used to (and will always) love with all my heart and my feelings get more intense, making me more ready to write or play with the memories in my mind.
I hope the muse stays with me