in turkish the way one says “nevermind” translates literally to “give nothing”—boş ver.
i cannot think of an ending to this year, as my year ended in september, with the autumn-spring. the past four months have hardly existed in a way that is possible for me convey linearly; they have happened and are happening, they have overwhelmed and are overwhelming. when i close my eyes moments burst in and out like pulsars. i see palm trees in december, but i do not see snow. i see grown men picking up puppies by one hand and checkers boards by the other, a dark apartment made even darker by the rain, cats huddling for warmth under crisp air. the suns set all too soon, but i sleep with the bears.
“it’s good to leave each day behind,
like flowing water, free of sadness.
yesterday is gone and its tale told.
today new seeds are growing.”
— rumi