triste

life gets weird sometimes. i find it interesting how you can find yourself in tears doing dishes in the kitchen hearing the ending of a song and then the next minute all preoccupied with yourself, listening to other songs, upset about other things. because there are other things in life.
how classical music can change the way you look at everyday scenes as if i was myself but somewhere else. texture. meaning. how sight and sound overlap.
and how laying on the grass in bogazici,
you can see all the people go by
everyone who has ever passed through bogazici quad and your life.
sad, indeed. that there's no way to get it back.

Comments

artemisian said…
I think I understand what you mean. I feel this way at night, quite often.

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