The door opens into a darkness.
Inside, the time is frozen.
There is no present at all.
Only presence is the darkness itself.
You join it,
Your eyes get accustomed to it.
You start to see things,
Things start to see you.
How do you ﬁgure out that somewhere is a house?
Things are not unfamiliar.
But not familiar at all.
They are like solid ghosts,
Which belong to anywhere.
Which belong to nowhere
Your existence in this darkness,
Makes the frozen time move again,
In a distinct manner:
Time doesn’t ﬂow, it ﬂoods into the space.
A sleepwalking body of light,
The sounds awaken...
Sounds from diﬀerent eras leak from the cracks
In this darkness,
What is absorbed up to now, is being revealed.
As you leave the house,
The body of light withdraws into the darkness,
The solid ghosts into their sleep
And the space into its rest.
(İsmail Eğler, Nil Aynalı Eğler, Elif Tekir)
Öykü Türkan Didinir
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