İnci was born with a different name. Her family named her as “Tuğba” but she found it very boring and too usual. Then she named herself. Seriously! Y’all know it is a bit anarchist and schizophrenic reaction for a 2 year old. She likes cooking soups with bones, painting things, writing stuff, oh and eating ice cream on sunny days.
This is the first day of my new life. I don't want to say that but it's true. I don't have new decisions or endless plans to change myself. I have no list of fake perfection. It just changed. It happened. I wasn't looking at the sky. I wasn't in a meditation class. I didn't ...
They are memories or not?
New memories are born in me.
The memories are stories, that is all.
I’m beginning and begging to understand. All of the memories were just made up by me. I had imagined them in my daydreams.
Suddenly I began to understand that I had created all of the surprises and adventures and ...
I gave up finding fault with the world. It did not let go of me. I do not appreciate the cosmos. Such a bad idea.
I do not know how to explain my trouble. I don’t want to know it.
Every Sunday, I used to go to Mars. Never felt I belong to your planet. I spent ...