ZEYNEP SAMI

    No mother do not sell my piano. We might use the cash but I was thinking of learning her all over again, as a result of this car crash. All burn down one by one. Houses touching each other a simple mistake, was what burnt down Rome, London and now my home and the neighborhood with it.

    Space is necessary for any kind of growth, or else you would be stuck with a tree the shape of a jar. Then i break my jaw. Trying to bite into the roots so hard. Delicate matters should be dealt with delicate hands. Or perhaps whiplash and a grimm, eternal stance.