Art lies in the moment of encounter: we meet our truth and we meet ourselves; we meet ourselves and we meet our self-expression. We become original because we become something specific: an origin from which work flows.
In my lucid dream, I was in Tashkent, exploring the city. I walked into a clothing store and thought; since this is a lucid dream, it means I actually designed all of these clothes.... I felt proud of myself.
"If youβre with me, youβre the best of the best; if youβre against me, youβre a traitor or an enemy."
Watching Trump master the language of populist politics makes me emotional. He reminds me so much of ErdoΔan.
Make America Turkey Again. πΊπΈπΉπ·
Someone asks you a question?
# Attack that personβs personality
# Distort or exaggerate the question
# Draw attention away from the original topic and start talking about something completely irrelevant.
Congrats!
You answer like a politician.
During my final years at university, most of the people around me were kids from punk bands or underground collectives. Half of them were aimless kids who had barely managed to finish high school and the other half were studying at the best universities in Turkey and spoke at least three languages. There was no in-between and you could never tell who was who. It was such an interesting demographic.
