for death is the end of all?
It all looks at your connections in the end,
Your position is determined, your mind made
imagine your connection is the land
Your bosses, your masters, your degrees
All neighbours all friends enemies parasites
families of family, of friend
of enemy
of parasite
friends of family, of friend
of enemy
of parasite
Enemies of family, of friend
of enemy
of parasite
Parasites of family, of friend
of enemy
of parasite
Cut off your connections / open branches
I never chose to be one
Just who I am. No mind of mine
Were involved in this path
August 20, Nigde
two bikes on the road
wheels heavy on bitumen
deep breathing, irregular
shade and water scarce
all we want is to see
Mount Bolkar, highlands with pine, lake with tiles
snow sleeps around
On the road, Meydan highland, Kerim Dayı invites for dinner and drinks.
Farmers of all trades.
And Ahmet Vefik, a loyal connoisseur of trades.
a mediator of time and labor
Lost his wife to cancer, recently, lost his fortune to scammers bigger than his mind
and so gave in to the mountains and drinking.
The farmers fed us by hand,
melted garlic, grilled onions and buffalo balls,
And get me well, tipsy. Raki in the stream.
Next morning, we rode up to the lakes.
(the bikes rode us)
By the time we got there, someone said:
oh yeah, some guys were here last year on their bikes too.
But they went all the way across the peaks. To the other side.
Right. Nice to fucking know.
We got chased by 5 kangals on the way here
Wasn’t enough to make us faster.
Recipe: Karsambach
1 cup of clean mountain snow
Eyeball molasses
Ten laps around the lake.
then sitting empty by the fire, singing loud songs front the tent
dreaming of the breakfast; the morning;
A voice returned:
who complains here
who wishes for more?
who said the goats shall be dependent
for death is the end of all?
the fire died that night
under the sound - neighbouring parties
what’s done is done
what’s gone is gone
a fire with a smoke
turns into ash