2nd Curse § [ V i d e o ]
[The video is, at the moment, focused on a mirror, and what is reflected in it. Which is the city. Wow, amazing. The street outside can be seen from the window reflect in the mirror, so this must be a room on floor level. Possibly a break room that has been turned into a bedroom from the looks of it, with that mattress piled with pillows, quilts, and blankets. Obviously Mirela really, really likes pillows. And there’s sheets draped on the walls and near the window, pretty sheets. Pink sheets, though, most likely from a hospital. Mirela finally steps into view and she's dressed in a loose, over-sized hoodie with a silver tribal design, and a low hanging blue gypsy skirt. She picks up the phone gingerly.]
I see there are new arrivals. Every moment all I hear is someone new has come or something of the like. And they all do not know anything new. And it is always the same. There is no pattern to be determined about the people who arrive in this city or why.
[She moves to the window, sitting half on the windowsill and now balances the phone peculiarly between her thumb and forefinger, showing the viewers the streets. And then back to her at an angle. Her voice softens and she doesn't want to be heard, but the feed picks it up anyway.]
I am starting to miss Istanbul.
I see there are new arrivals. Every moment all I hear is someone new has come or something of the like. And they all do not know anything new. And it is always the same. There is no pattern to be determined about the people who arrive in this city or why.
[She moves to the window, sitting half on the windowsill and now balances the phone peculiarly between her thumb and forefinger, showing the viewers the streets. And then back to her at an angle. Her voice softens and she doesn't want to be heard, but the feed picks it up anyway.]
I am starting to miss Istanbul.