Flying is Relative

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“Why music was ordained?
Was it not to refresh the mind of men
After his studies, or his usual pain?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And while I pause serve in your harmony.”

– W. Shakespeare

“So lovely is mute love in his true heart
That the poet cuts his flaming linse short;
With shutters now swung open on the breeze,
The smell of rain along the rising sun,
The cloud at rest, the bird in flight or gone,
The rock you pick to eat your bread and cheese
All come alive, for love invades your heart.”

– Oblivion, by Ahmet Muhip Diranas

Procrastinating at work, listening to arcade fire - tunnels.  (at Türkerler Holding)

Procrastinating at work, listening to arcade fire - tunnels. (at Türkerler Holding)