I just published What Is Art, Anyway? Tokyo Biennale 2025 Joining as an interpreter, I learned that art begins where attention returns — even to the city’s smallest ramps. https://t.co/0ZXzJ9v361 #art#東京ビエンナーレ#Japan#contemporaryart#artist
The Betrayal Inside a Photograph
On photography, memory, and the quiet violence of keeping.
When I look through the lens, I am living the future’s past.
But can I even call this living?
https://t.co/LFC9VIqoeT #poetry#photography#memory#loss#philosophy
“Loneliness once cut like glass.
Now, it feels like light”
Istanbul—my final day.
Polished floors spread like water.
A small table held me,
until an older couple slid their tray without asking.
French words fell like coins.
The Quiet Geometry of Solitude https://t.co/KCcwniDKNA
“Loneliness once cut like glass.
Now, it feels like light”
Istanbul—my final day.
Polished floors spread like water.
A small table held me,
until an older couple slid their tray without asking.
French words fell like coins.
The Quiet Geometry of Solitude https://t.co/KCcwniDKNA
“He wasn’t supposed to be there.
And yet, he was”
Part 1 of my new series: Innocence and Impurity: Istanbul Diaries
A story of desire, distance and the city where holiness and sin breathe the same air
https://t.co/rmfgusbmkL
#Travel#Memoir#Literature#Istanbul#WritingCommunity
How I longed
to be held
by my mother.
But now I know —
the only arms
that can hold me
are mine.
こんなにも
母に抱かれたかった。
そしてようやく気づくー
私を抱けるのは
私しかいないと。
#poetry#JapanesePoetry#poem#healing#life