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The Cat
I am watching the scenery of the countless star fish swimming in the cloud sea. It is “minus” three in the morning; the minute hand of the watch is shivering with tic-tocs, snuggling up to the hour hand’s.
While the dreams are being seen; happy, sad, horrible, erotic, about the past, beyond the future, about the neighbor’s golden tea set, about the office manager’s yellowed upper left tooth, dreams that are echoed through the throats, I am intruding on privacy of outside with my eyes: Everything is steady at this moment, everything that comes out of Istanbul’s dirt, that goes deep into it. And all as if oily and dirty as leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth.
Then, out of nowhere, a cat appears… She moves quickly, I can almost hear the sound of her paws touching on the ground. While the cat inevitably enters the orbit of the street lamp, I notice her head moving. She is looking for something… or maybe she’s just looking for a warm spot. She goes away from the power of the light without slowing down, into the darkness, into the coldness, into İstanbul.
I am bringing the curtains down and making my way to the bed. Cat is out in the cold, I am under the blanket. The cat is running away, I am lying in bed, still. The cat’s mind is on something, my mind is on the cat, I am falling asleep.
Öykü Şehir 