the only thing a hundred procent sure about today is that art in general is not important. the word art is not importantly used in this context of love and almost never will be. but we are on a journey in the name of it and our eyes and therefore brain are forced into this specific mode. tonight we tried to drown most colors and shapes in a pink mix of raki and red with the mix of a filled room and music from phones in a plastic cup-speaker. Not acting like white trash all the way, just all the way we want to. No poetics, just drunken flow. Omar taking a shower while happy slaughter is on the tv. we will find suiting images without the whole story, but we feel our loved ones seeing it all the way through. Istanbul day  four, still not learning our history, but getting oh so good at walking rolling updown ancient hills.