I am at Istinye Park's The House Café, sitting at a table all by myself, peacefully listening to Frank Sinatra and writing on my blog. Normally, I do this routine of mine in museum café’s but snow and traffic unkindly prevented me this time.
As usual, I am looking around, observing the atmosphere. Since the café is in a shopping- mall, it is quite loud and pretty crowded. As in one of my previous posts, I am drinking green tea, served in a very fancy teapot and decorative tea glass (Turkish people drink tea in glasses rather than mugs). There are also slices of oranges and apples on the silver round plate, next to the tea.
As usual, I am looking around, observing the atmosphere. Since the café is in a shopping- mall, it is quite loud and pretty crowded. As in one of my previous posts, I am drinking green tea, served in a very fancy teapot and decorative tea glass (Turkish people drink tea in glasses rather than mugs). There are also slices of oranges and apples on the silver round plate, next to the tea.
This time of the day helps me take a break from all the struggles of high school.
Exams, homework, projects, grades.
They all disappear and passion takes their place. My passion for art and writing. These are the two things that genuinely gratify me.
Although I did not have the chance to go to an exhibition today, I seek for other forms of creativity. I order a muhallebi (Turkish milk pudding) with helva and kadayıf (also Turkish desserts) inside. It is delicious. I admire its uniqueness. A modern touch with the combination of classical Turkish desserts in one contemporary piece of art. Food truly is art isn’t it?
Exams, homework, projects, grades.
They all disappear and passion takes their place. My passion for art and writing. These are the two things that genuinely gratify me.
Although I did not have the chance to go to an exhibition today, I seek for other forms of creativity. I order a muhallebi (Turkish milk pudding) with helva and kadayıf (also Turkish desserts) inside. It is delicious. I admire its uniqueness. A modern touch with the combination of classical Turkish desserts in one contemporary piece of art. Food truly is art isn’t it?
My tea is cold now. It reminds me of how everything is temporary. How nothing persists the same. How I will not be sitting here forever. How this two week term break will eventually last. How the sax in the song I am listening to will stop playing. Most importantly, how hastily all these events will occur.
I come to the conclusion that I am an incessant over thinker.
But aren’t we all?
I come to the conclusion that I am an incessant over thinker.
But aren’t we all?