In the waiting room / like painting on glass (revisited)
Sirkeci Train Station, like someone left alone in the cold. Heartbroken. I have the feeling, every time, someone comes near, a window lights up. It's sad, that so much beauty is being wasted.
That was 2016.
It is now 2021, I think the feeling is the same in the minds of many. Waiting rooms should be temporary stops before you embark on a journey. What we have now is a stasis. Isolated, much to give but having no one to. The few conversations with people and friends are the few moments we light up, and try to show the beauty; within and around.
Reedited and reframed.
In the waiting room / like painting on glass (revisited)
Sirkeci Train Station, like someone left alone in the cold. Heartbroken. I have the feeling, every time, someone comes near, a window lights up. It's sad, that so much beauty is being wasted.
That was 2016.
It is now 2021, I think the feeling is the same in the minds of many. Waiting rooms should be temporary stops before you embark on a journey. What we have now is a stasis. Isolated, much to give but having no one to. The few conversations with people and friends are the few moments we light up, and try to show the beauty; within and around.
Reedited and reframed.