“There is a friend who is sad. You roll one and go over there to see him. It’s a summer night. Traffic lights are glowing. The streets are bluish and hot. You see a girl who waves to one of her friends. There are conversations you are not a part of. That’s how it goes.

You decide to drink. There is a bar nearby that you went before. With who? You dont remember. Some things stay buried in the memory. You drink a couple of cheap tequila real quick. The high catches you. That was what you were after. You were chasing that cloudy feeling.

You go to your friends house. He is watching an episode of some boring sit com. You sit there together, laugh in synch with the laugh track. This summer will be hot and possibly depressing. Not like the ones of your childhood. You know this. Everyone does. But that night you feel good. Sometimes you feel apart from the space time continuum.

And sometimes that’s enough.”

—Emirhan Burak Aydın, 2 yr ago