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Ihsan Teyze died last night. For those of you who don't know her (which is all of you, come to think of it), she was closer to my grandmother than her own sister, helped raise me, and was pretty much the kindest and most graceful person I've met. All day today I was in a foul mood, trying to get my essay on what Utilitarians believe we should do ( Read more... )

Earlier today my mother and I spotted a bird standing on her windowsill on one foot. And though it was standing steadily out of sheer necessity on that one foot, the bird had the saddest expression on its face, and we attributed this look to the fact that it was crippled... until it slowly extended its other foot to touch the ground it was standing ( Read more... )

It's three in the morning here in Ankara and I am staring out my grandmother's window at the city, dazzling like a billion diamonds thrown over the hills, and for the first time in my life I cannot find it beautiful- rather eerie. The last few gasping breaths of life. The intimate hopelessness of quiet tears ( Read more... )

When I try to put a name on my time here in Statesboro, the album title Our Endless Numbered Days pops into mind. Since May tenth, my life has been characterized by waking up in the afternoon and doing much of nothing until the evening hours, which are usually spent compensating with various substances for things I'm not sure I could name ( Read more... )

In the realm of everything, what is one human life ( Read more... )

"Tell me something interesting ( Read more... )

I'm sleeping a total of six and a half hours since Monday night. I'm dominating all of my midterms. I'm on residential probation and not on speaking terms with my roommate. I'm high at eight o'clock in the morning ( Read more... )

Two months of our lives have passed by imperceptibly, and now that it's my last night back in Statesboro I feel I've reached a point in the fourth dimension higher than any. Not only in a stoner euphemism kind of way, but seriously I'm looking in the rearview and simultaneously watching ahead, yet none of it frightens me as it used to.
( I guess it's only fair I tell you everything. )

Last night I couldn't sleep due to a combination of menstrual cramps and an overload of shit to think about. So naturally this morning I slept through a midterm for the very first (and hopefully very last) time. After I woke up and freaked out and calmed my shit down, I went to the health center to get an excuse; since Yu Chen's a pretty nice guy, ( Read more... )