Train in Istanbul, Turkey
Each train’s passing is actually a momentary stance in life; whereas the train is fast. For those in the train on the other hand, it would sometimes show the place where they were likely to stay. Even if there were little moments, the passengers used to stay there … Just like a train brought me to Kars when a train was passing by me in Istanbul feeling the snow scattered around myself many years ago …A tiny gripping between being permanent and temporary.. A momentary lapse of reason…
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