Apple (Elma)
Will we ever understand, will we ever recognize, will we ever choose to embrace the exams that life puts before us? Will we cooperate with the challenges that are helping us learn and to grow? Will we realize that we don’t need to ever choose between one version of ourselves or another…between one potential outcome or another—that irrespective of whatever is happening to us, we must walk ourselves to the other side.
Famine (Kıtlık)
We are not only evil. We are not only selfish or uncivilized. But all too often we behave in this way toward others and in doing so, we ignite a fire that first begins in them then inevitably spreads back to us—breeding a continuous cycle of self-sabotage. Even if this was not the initial intention, in this man-made hell is where we all eventually find ourselves. But perhaps this is the sickness—the spitefulness—of humanity. A humanity where we generalize too quickly, where we forget to see people as individuals.
Regarding Numbers (Rakamla)
You assume that you are just living here, because you are able to add up your days, your years one by one. Life becomes a simple math equation in which a set value is derived. And this value is one that you can appreciate, you can keep a secret, you can be proud of, you can use to your advantage… But within these numbers and calendars and seasons and years—your life is measured, it is quantified.
Funeral (Cenaze)
There will come a time when his name will cease to be uttered, when all that will remain are 3 to 5 sentences making up a list of how he was ‘good’, how he was ‘nice’. They will ask: “What type of man was he?” And everyone will echo the same story. However, when you actually take a closer look, these basic adjectives are not an accurate description of how he lived.
Generation (Jenerasyon)
There are just some things in life that we will never be able to experience. Of course, we can read books, watch movies, and listen to stories in order to better understand how things used to be or how things could be in the future. But experiencing something first-hand is not the same thing, not at all. And that is not even the point because we do not have permission to truly access these experiences anyway. We can intellectualize these ideas, these stories…and we can turn our heads to see what lies behind or ahead of them—but there are limits to our imagination imposed by our generation. And these limits keep the ideas and the stories stagnant—only able to be gathered up from generation to generation, keepsakes of other times and other places.
Aya Sordum 