WHAT IS IT THAT YOU SEE?
everyday, at 7pm, on the metro. a city, so tired, at the precipice of forgetting. like rodents trapped in the cage. drowned under the sounds of the train whooshing. an apathy so devastating that you forget your weariness, your fatigue, your exhaustion, resistance. they’re all swept under your reluctance.
the world you saw was big. it was crushing. it was head batteringly complex. we became liquids, and followed the path of less resistance. it was better to learn to live with the hatred, infamy. stories of the courageous have lingered on our minds long enough so we could hold on to the many notions, mostly fabricated. Beautiful lies that make you feel you’re connected to it all. a crucial part of the system.
what would we do if it weren’t for you?
we were stripped of our freedom and that was okay. when the systems that brought us up became our chains, we were quick to put the blame elsewhere. this grand disappointment has showed itself on many façades: on corporate overlords, on corrupt lawmen, on esteemed professors.
you learnt it false if you thought you are worth as much as your work. that the honor is in the sweat of your effort. because the means were never important, it was always about money.
punish their innocence by stripping their worth. punish them with your liberal grind.
THE GRIND DOES NOT STOP.
tell me junior. How can we become more efficient? tea breaks are not efficient, they are not sufficient. you, with the blue pop collar — that’s not very efficient of you to talk with your work mates. hey now, time is money. every second you lift your head is a loss. tell me vice president, do you like our efficiency plans? The one with the money demands so. Every day, every hour, every minute. We’re doing something great here. We’re not savages. This factory is a MACHINE. An efficiency animal. Legal entity demands it. how foolish of you to think that a living being is more important than the corporate. look. This is the most efficient cult there is. a god so strong, no prophet has ever conjured a greater miracle.
"this helped us you know, we grew as a species thanks to this. we got sophisticated. science persevered, because we could muster the resources for it. open your eyes. only when there was economic prosperity that there was any meaningful steps forward. money follows money. power follows power. and those in power let you be whatever you do. funny man, the books you’ve read, the stories you listened, cinema, poetry, all these things that powered you, happened thanks to the capital, it's the world of lesser evil."
i dislike boring men. Cuz there are hidden worlds in every inch of the earth. inspiration to be found. a bliss. creatia. millions of exciting existences inside you. So don’t be boring.
we didn’t want much, just our freedom. we wanted a world where misery is not permanent. we wanted a world where we were capable of dealing with our problems. the short-minded accuse us of being weak. we wanted an exciting world. A world with rage. a world that is intolerant to oppression. a simple world. we never wanted much.
our misery turns into ideas, we’re gifted with creatia. for us there was no consumption without production. our minds were bright so at least we knew our own experience.
they said “it must be impossible to live without believing something, a place to return to, a hilltop to rest after the hike. An embracing all-father.” and we knew how it was like — common ground. we knew the pain of letting go, the greatest of all pains. our world crumbled before; it was left to our hands to build it up. so we set off to achieve that.
we said: we must follow the difficult path. we forgo our promised paradise to make our own.
freedom for all. A new and fresh look to the idea of “protest.” “i protest you goddamn it. i protest your stupid words and numb ideals. we can grab a coffee later, if we have the cash for it.” never said the world can be a utopia, at least we could’ve cherished our distress.
a second opinion, hey — you don’t have to be so close-minded. it’s time to question some stuff i feel like. this is no conspiracy. you were so quick to give in, that the world must be this way. i don’t see it as laziness you see. why shouldn’t i enjoy my time, and should endure your selfishness and terribleness.
“it never worked before” — i don’t think this is working as well. it might be great for the ministry of defence, but my bottom line is gone.
those that are walking in red — you categorized them in your head. kıraathaneci, çaycı adamlar, bıyıklı, koyu tenli adam ve kadınlar, sevmediğim renklere bürünen, gözlerime ağır gelen insanlar. you don’t like them and you turn your head to the other side, so your Starbucks wouldn’t taste as bitter.
“it’s in our nature” — isn’t it great then that we’ve become more of our animal parts? i’d like an orangutan to solve this derivative equation, or pass laws on banana consumption. hey now, it’s not very natural of you to wear those clothes. it’s a crazy play of evolution that you had to tweet that nonexistent idea of yours.
please, don’t get me started on your idealization of the evolutional behavior. yes that’s so true, every male that ever copulated was rich, tall, perfect, and ALPHA.
take the good and get rid of the bad — that’s it. it’s just… there are lots of bad in it. only if success wasn’t terminally linked to plain old luck. only if you didn’t have to be successful.
please, don’t batter yourself. you’re drowning, don’t let go. there’s more to it i swear. i’m here for you. it’s time to bump up your strengths. it was never given the chance but — you have a lot to bring to the table.
it’s time you stop listening to the hustlers. to the grifters. it’s time for you to accept compassion. i will make you fall in love with yourself.
yes, we’re a little short on money but do not falter. don’t forget to lean back at times. honestly, do slack at your work whenever you can, don’t waste the energy further for the man with the money. and it’s okay if you feel overwhelmed and lame and stupid and incompetent. we all do, and it always ends up the other way around.
learn to see things in your own experience. not facts — but ideas, thoughts, feelings. be brave and honor-bound. have courage to listen to yourself. let your soul have deep breaths.
it’s a long way now. a long, arduous way. not saying it’ll be all fun and games. it’s tough, but you already know that. you already live that. it never hurts to add flavor to things. and you’ll soon figure out that I hate boring men.
onwards then — with our minds open, our fists risen, our steps loud, our pens sharp.
onwards with the generous, with the quick-witted, with the dreamers, with the honest workers. to walk the steps of sanguine, to create, to inspire, to hollow the disrupting illusions.
it’s a fine company, this lot.