I transformed wall of intelectualization to wearable armor but we are not in war and I don’t have to wear the same outfit everyday. It is heavy too. Armor is not an outfit I think, it is like an appearance. In the war against myself, against whom am I wearing the armor? When I wear an armor against the emotions I am hurt again. What others see has become blur already. It has become unknowable. Whatever, to whom am I complaining about whom?
Translation: Engin Özçiçek 🙂