December 20th, 2011
ESCAPING THE MIDDAY CRUSH. FROM THE BOSPORUS TO THE SEA OF MARMARA.
How and where do you find quiet, urban dwellers? Do you or don’t you? I love city life, but it’s so easy to get distracted, sucked into a vortex of sound, movement and confusion. Do you go to a library, do yoga, get a massage, or instead clamp on the headphones and blast out all the other noise with your preferred brand of clamor? I’m interested. Do you find quiet? Is it enough?
THE HIDDEN HAN. LATE AFTERNOON IN SULTANAHMET.
HAYDARPASA STATION 12:50 PM. WAS IT ALWAYS THIS VASTLY QUIET? THE CEILINGS SWALLOW SOUND.
BUDDHA: THE EMBODIMENT OF SILENCE IMPOSES CALM UPON A ÇUKURCUMA STREET.
A LA TURCA HOUSE, ÇUKURÇUMA, MIDDAY. PORING OVER OBJECTS FROM ANOTHER TIME.