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 ...
There is no end and I exist.
My eyes question me. All I do is existing and looking at the mirrors. I serve myself, my brain, my conscience, my legs, my stomach and my skin. All I make is “me”.
Now I will interrupt you. You can not stay in silence anymore. Wanna exist and can’t dare ...