#mujganozceylan

A touch of Paris.

Our reflection leaves its ethereal trace on the surface. Detached from your movement and conscious, it stays there, piling up through different bodies toward creating a new entity.

“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Just a perfect night.

Spadina Museum, Toronto.

Smell of the old books.
Toronto, Canada.

Canon A-1, forever.

Snowy day in New York.

Writing down my New York memories in a cozy cafe. So many things to mention!

“Real love is always chaotic. You lose control; you lose perspective. You lose the ability to protect yourself. The greater the love, the greater the chaos. It’s a given and that’s the secret.”

#filmisnotdead

A year ago, Venice.

To wander is to be alive.