i understand with a deep sense of conviction that my self which lives in the stifling atmosphere of a summer public bus, resembling the amorphous childlike selves created by the mud in its dark corners and the cigarette-stained tree amidst the slippery, fleeting crowd needs to find solace in the jazz meccas or blues villages. since i live in a city where nothing feels real, what else could i do but think that the lighting which had been switched (from orange) to white without my knowledge was somehow the result of urban-sociopolitical analyses that had been insidiously constructed around it? right? catholics (though i’ve met some good ones, BUT) aren’t as cheerful and helpful as the pope, while muslims sometimes go beyond what they say; they’re clad in steel armor and riding their horses toward the west like an electric current! and the further west you go, the more the slow, melancholic tones of arabesque fade away, and at a certain point, all you hear is something close to nothingness. here, in a sense, time flows more slowly in the heart of anatolia; for our people never let go of it, yet they do not chase after what time brings. for quite some time now, i’ve been pondering whether the question i heard “would you like some tea, handsome?” which flowed toward me from the old man’s small (and, in a way, charming) lips beneath his thick, eastern-style mustache, is actually any different from a mechanism embedded in the collective consciousness of the land and its people. failing to sense the subtleties of the soul in the east, compared to the west, is as strange as failing to feel the train passing over your body as you lie on the tracks. the levels within the soul are connected to every aspect of human consciousness (both higher and lower). for this reason, the “i” we speak of with our tongue is never merely an expression or an idea; it transforms into a sufi explanation of many things beyond what the body encompasses. the immortality of the soul, which does not die when the body does, is here and everywhere. maybe that’s why the beatles went further east rather than further west to truly “go within” to delve into THEIR OWN SOULS. once upon a time, we met a hundred and fifty billion people, and now we’re still trying to reach out to one another. we haven’t forgotten each other that easily. because i find myself within the nature of the soul, which through its skill becomes capable of everything, i bow before GOD, who encompasses all things and is thus in communion with me, with my soul, my heart, my physical heart, and my body.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:34 PM UTC
i understand with a deep sense of conviction that my self which lives in the stifling atmosphere of a summer public bus, resembling the amorphous childlike selves created by the mud in its dark corners and the cigarette-stained tree amidst the slippery, fleeting crowd needs to find solace in the jazz meccas or blues villages. since i live in a city where nothing feels real, what else could i do but think that the lighting which had been switched (from orange) to white without my knowledge was somehow the result of urban-sociopolitical analyses that had been insidiously constructed around it? right? catholics (though i’ve met some good ones, BUT) aren’t as cheerful and helpful as the pope, while muslims sometimes go beyond what they say; they’re clad in steel armor and riding their horses toward the west like an electric current! and the further west you go, the more the slow, melancholic tones of arabesque fade away, and at a certain point, all you hear is something close to nothingness. here, in a sense, time flows more slowly in the heart of anatolia; for our people never let go of it, yet they do not chase after what time brings. for quite some time now, i’ve been pondering whether the question i heard “would you like some tea, handsome?” which flowed toward me from the old man’s small (and, in a way, charming) lips beneath his thick, eastern-style mustache, is actually any different from a mechanism embedded in the collective consciousness of the land and its people. failing to sense the subtleties of the soul in the east, compared to the west, is as strange as failing to feel the train passing over your body as you lie on the tracks. the levels within the soul are connected to every aspect of human consciousness (both higher and lower). for this reason, the “i” we speak of with our tongue is never merely an expression or an idea; it transforms into a sufi explanation of many things beyond what the body encompasses. the immortality of the soul, which does not die when the body does, is here and everywhere. maybe that’s why the beatles went further east rather than further west to truly “go within” to delve into THEIR OWN SOULS. once upon a time, we met a hundred and fifty billion people, and now we’re still trying to reach out to one another. we haven’t forgotten each other that easily. because i find myself within the nature of the soul, which through its skill becomes capable of everything, i bow before GOD, who encompasses all things and is thus in communion with me, with my soul, my heart, my physical heart, and my body.
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