“You fit the photos into the frames,
I fit the watch into the dials.
Both to catch the time.
Both to believe in reality.”
Two people brought together by an obsession with time and reality… Kumru who makes photographs her memory. Kalender living with the sounds of clocks in his head. Those who are obsessed with time, knowledge, life, death, existence and non-existence.
Uniting villages, towns, cities, train journeys, photographs, watches, forced murderers, accidental murders, truth worshipers, those who create darkness, sex addicts, asexuals, intelligence agents, revolutionaries, dervishes, Bektashi’s, Kalenderi’s and much more; A mystical novel navigating between the past and the future, between the underground and the sky, between dreams and reality. A postmodern version of Leyla and Majnun.
For those who fail to believe, time, god, and reality are conjectures. All over-believing assumptions wear the shirt of truth. Maybe in the time of man, maybe in the time of God, maybe in some other unnamed time. But they sure do. The important thing is to risk not being able to come back… That’s why one should always ask oneself: What can convince you that everything started from here?”
“The heart can expand and shrink over and over;
but if the mind expands, it will not shrink.”