Sinems in the house..
The greatest sorrow in the world is to be alone in crowds and to feel your heart breaking into pieces when the world seems to be tapping away to the rhythm of joyful tune.
Eyes fixed somewhere in space, anxiously biting her nails, a woman stands alone amidst the crowd, the laughter, the fun surrounding her. What is the cause of this sorrow written all over her face? What darkness is it that has taken her prisoner? We will never now...
All we know, on the path of life which winds through deep, dark valleys and green, lush oases is that, life goes on, even if we stay put, relentlessly, cruelly, ferociously goes on...
“About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters: how well they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or
Just walking dully along."
W. H. Auden / Musee de Beau Arts
Words and photography by Sinem
Editing by Suby
"Ars longa, vita brevis."
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