İnsanın Acısını İnsan Alır

“Do you know what separation is? Neither intervening roads, nor closing doors, nor shooting stars in the night, nor autumn, nor train schedules in pockets, nor cranes in the sky... It is separation when a person gives up pouring his heart out. He collects his eyes, which he shed on the roads like beads with broken strings, as drops of disappointment. The way he wanders into the walls while worlds of warm glass stand behind him. Having no one left to sing your song is a separation. To be erased by one's own voice in a crowd that speaks with a borrowed voice. A child who suddenly grows up and whose smile no longer moves a leaf. As a person gets older, he falls into his own pit. An ash-covered body lying on a woman's bed. Not being able to bring wind to anyone's hair or light to their voice. Not being able to keep your fingers crossed. As a man feels cold in the distance, as a woman dives into the mountains. Passing through the bazaars without looking at the illuminated showcases. One's way is to stay away from flower shops. "There is no separation between houses and streets... Separation is that little death, preparing us for the big death with master touches."

(From the Promotional Bulletin)

Number of Pages: 256

First Printing Year: 2014

Dough Type: 2nd Dough

Media Type: Paperback

Size: 14x20

Number of Printings: 7th Printing

Language Turkish