Modern Eşkıyanın Otoban Sayfaları

 Öfke dolu sessizliklerin ardına saklanır gibi gözlerden kaçınmak isteyen fakat yine de görülmekten haz alan bir benlik yalnızca. Gün içerisindeki etkileşimlerinde odadaki en az etkileşimde bulunulan insan olmayı istese de biri onunla etkileşime geçince gözlerinin içi parıldıyor. Var olmaktan aldığı keyfin kendisine ne kadar iyi geldiğini görmesine engel olan çekingen yalnızlığı ise değneğin diğer ucu. "Böyle oturup negatif bir şeymiş gibi anlatmasana abi. Ortada kötü bir şey yok ki. Ben yaşamaktan keyif aldığımı neden herhangi birinize kanıtlamak zorunda kalıyorum?" Masadakiler gözlerini kendisinden ayırıp düşünmek için kupalardan çıkan buhara çevirmeyi tercih etti. Cebinde rahatsız hissettiren telefonunu çıkarıp masaya bıraktı. Sigara almak için paketine uzandı, içinden bir sigara çıkarttı ve devam etti. "Bak işte ne güzel çıkmışız, temiz hava alıyoruz, kahvemizi içiyoruz, sohbet ediyoruz. Yüzüm asık değil, ağzımdan çıkanlarda olumsuz bir şey yok. İlla kahkahalar içind...

 Shall we never dream then? Never carry the slightest glimpse of hope again? Thought of a gaze held just a little too long. Followed by a smile and a dream that haunts my darkness. "It's alright, I guess. Work's been difficult lately but I manage. I'm just glad I'm getting enough time to enjoy some time to my self, you know," she said. He listened and smiled every now and then. As the conversation continued, their breakfast neared its end. As he asked for the check, he told her about the last time he was here. "I think it was back in '17, had a decent group of friends back then. One morning, one of our lessons got cancelled and we came all the way here for breakfast. It was nice, it was fun but I was quite young and didn't really know what to do or where to go with my life at that time. So, as you can imagine, I was very confused with my options. So I just decided not to choose and merely enjoyed the time I spent," he said. She still wasn...

 Figuring out how one can live with one's self is one of the greatest achievements for the purposeful sense of life. Lingering in between discrepancies of who one think they are and who they actually are is the extreme status of a possible stasis in a person's life. I won't even say "if" but when, when they do find themself in such a state, it is imperative to figure out a way as soon as they can. However, this sense of stasis can be neither forced into or forced out of. It takes an unknown amount of time and subconscious effort for a person to find a way out of this stasis. Neither an observer nor the person itself can have any semblance of an estimate as to when and how an exit will appear. In which case, it would also be a faulty assumption for a person to feel as if though they are "late" to anything in their life since the start and the end points of said state of stasis differs from person to person. Some go through it early on in their life and co...