“Even illusions become real when she smiles—[in the morning].”

Zohran Mamdani’s march into City Hall proves that “politics is not what’s done to people—it’s what people do.” What just dawned over NYC is a new age of politics, that outcasts elite games and cult theatrics. “I can see the dawn of a better day for humanity.” أنا منكم وعليكم

And perhaps today, the long shadows of this evening are the impressions of a woman as remote and as removed as Heaven.

‘—yes—your name is still [warmly] attached to a living being’—despite the absence [that’s cold], and despite the reproach of winter. pic.x.com/n6mqA0ai4p

The Eternals Eternal darkness lived in the last ray of sunlight as night swallowed the world. Eternal light lived in the final hush of dark as dawn broke open. All darkness is but a profound imagination—a dream that we see while awake. Most dream in past or future, bound by

Immeasurable but Definite Time—One Eternal Morning You are in a room. The silence is absolute—no echo, no breath of wind, no distant ache of the world. It is immeasurable, not because it stretches far, but because it has reached the edge of itself; it cannot deepen, cannot

Profundity of Delicate Things The dawn is the only relief I want. I put willingness into everything anyway—despite my unwillingness towards the rest of the day—I go on with the day, ordinary and not ordinary, but inside there is something huge with no subject, no name. I pour it

I dreamt we had twins together, and my mom was there with you—and suddenly, it is a lovely and warm day of winter.

If you are good at making and baking bread, you are wise enough to get married.

I am attracted to kind and deep people who live simple everyday lives, and June is the dearest of them. —Some people are summer you can keep in your heart all winter.

كلما طال الشوق، قَصُرَتْ به الدنيا

Homage to Sir Tom Stoppard—of The Real Thing—by the dearest Ethan Hawke 💚

“All these sunken years now come up to the surface, uncover their faces once again and call me with many voices: and suddenly, in the startled jerk of my heart, I perceive how long, how endless my way has been. ‘You have always been only going and going,’ I say to myself. ‘You

To Talha, (Whom I envy - because he does physics as one needs to do) I am writing this to you in the suspension of the early hours, while the Bosphorus is still dark and the city is still wrapped in cold. I know you are currently packing the last of your things, trying to

—her face had the softness of the sun, and her hair, the softness of its rays.

“I saw two birds on a limb this morning Laughing with the sun. They reminded me of how We will one day exist.”