Once, I asked myself how another person’s memories, recollections, feelings could ever become mine. Memories of a place I had never been to, and the emotions that wrapped around those memories. Now I am forced to ask again. The question has to be rebuilt. It has to be modified, because those memories that belonged to […]
I have been thinking about this for a long time. First there were gods, many of them. Then there was one God. Then we decided we did not need any of them. Humanity took the power for itself, placed it in the hands of scientists, in reason, in progress. We called it enlightenment.But I think
In time, my turn came for certain things in Berlin too, and I began working in places that fed my dream world in ways that felt almost boundless. Working at Fusion Festival was because of this, and it brought a strange feeling with it. I am the kind of person who is deeply attached to
I’ve been thinking about this idea of nothingness as freedom. The way those open spaces feel like finally being able to breathe. Is it because nothing is expected of you there? Or is it something deeper, something about the absence of memory? In the city, in the spaces I inhabit daily, I am surrounded by
There is something I cannot define in a proper manner yet. For now I call it Afeji. I borrow the rhythm of a word like nostalgia, which I understand as a yearning for a past experience. But Afeji is not exactly that. The name is provisional. It is a combination of affect and logia (a
In 2009, after a series of coincidences, I found myself spending half an hour in front of Filmuniversity. I had no prior intention of entering or any familiarity with filmmaking practices. I was simply there, waiting for someone as they took their exam. However, one thing that stood out to me was an overwhelming urge
Living Room I still find it strange that this room ended up being titled “living room.” To define it so definitively feels like a form of erasure—an attempt to simplify what happens there, to render its ambiguities inert. For outsiders, it was the space where we sat and talked, drank tea—sometimes coffee. In the summer,
Whenever I return to Antep, I encounter something I do not find ethically meaningful, yet it has become collectively functional. Everyone knows it, but no one names it, as if there were a secret pact. I cannot simply call it a “lie,” but yes, technically it is the act of lying — this shared notion,
When I went to my grandmother’s house in Gelsenkirchen, I experienced an encounter similar to the one Deleuze describes when he says, “we first encounter the affect of a work of art.” But this time, there was no artwork in front of me. As children in Antep, we used to look forward to the summer
Today, dogs have become part of the modern home. More than “guardians,” they often take on the role of a child inside the house, almost like a member of the family. Some of them even have jobs. Of course the first thing that comes to mind is assistance dogs, but once I saw a dog