I was very young when I imagined of getting old. I used to blow soul to my aged version, painless. Then I would have her sit on my one-seater sofa and slip her the coffee mug. I don't know why, it was always rainy in my dreams. As my aged version was watching people escaping from rain, and nature meeting rain, I was watching her, especially the convolution of her face that left its miseries behind.
Yıllar önce, sandığımda yer kalmadığından 95 yılına kadar olan günlüklerimi bir koliye koydum. Koliyi de bir adet koli bandının tamamıyla bantladım. Görenler koli bandını koli sanırdı. Yetmiş yaşında açmayı planladığımdan sağlam olsun istemiştim.