sunny skies over vienna

i had an animated surprise ride to the airport. anna and dani also came along; we were still gossipping as i passed the security check. AND the plane ride was soooo sunny. fell asleep to the warmth of the sun. and woke up under slight rain. and found myself by the bhosphorous looking at topkapı palace and leandros tower; sipping tea along with sibel and my mom... busy days immediately began:)) the farewell party and the whole exp. in vienna supplied me with energy to face ist again!

photos will follow soon

a lot alot a lot to do

good to be in ist

good to be in my studio

wild thing

"Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
— Truman Capote (Breakfast at Tiffany's: A Short Novel and Three Stories)

i love wild things.

i cant give my heart. i can only open my heart to let the wild in. and keep it open so that the wild thing is free. is free to leave. and free to come in. if it gives no damage inside; if it gives damage then the door will be closed next time. or the third time. i always give a second chance. but not a third. and yet there is no rule to matters of the heart. "the heart has reasons that reason cannot tell..."

when the wild thing leaves, the heart still remains. there is the emptiness left. an emptiness filled with enrichment. an enrichment that the wild thing introduced to the heart. and the heart that has introduced its own wild side to the wild thing.

i used to give my heart or try to keep wild things stay in my heart. that only brought a wrong feeling of possession. destruction. if u trap a wild thing, it will destroy your heart until it breaks it apart to flee.

love is a feeling just too far away from posession. it is an openness of the heart.

an openness. something closer to freedom.

and easier said than done, of course. i am practicing, indeed. we are, all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z9DVJE_bhVU&feature=related

The Troggs - Wild Thing

voyager and sea / 1, 2, 3: murakami

1

"It's hard to tell the difference between sea and sky, between voyager and sea. Between reality and the workings of the heart."

2

"Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear."

3

"For both of us, it had simply been too enormous an experience. We shared it by not talking about it. Does this make any sense?"

2 Haruki Murakami (Kafka on the Shore)

3 Haruki Murakami (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)

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