"All life is a struggle, but the struggle must be a coherent one."

Plagued by the modern human condition of fragmentation. The mind split a million different ways and consequential suffering of the body. Being in Istanbul, close to my ancestors reminds me of a simpler time. I feel like I'm tethered in so many different directions, held at conflicting ports at once. Sitting by the Sea of Marmara, the blue grey of the ocean kissing the blue grey, acid washed sky, I can see the world for its illusions. Moments where I transcend the veil that is the sky, shielding us from the dangerous gaze of the universe. In those small moments my mind flees reality on this earth, convinced I'm not of it, I'm met with sweet human company. There are three major, magical experiences I had in Istanbul that shook my solitude on this Earth.

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