Today, after a long time, I spent the entire day with my family. We visited old parts of the city that we hadn’t been to for a while: Maqbarat al-Sho’ara, Shahnaz, the Tabriz Bazaar, and Baghe Golestan. The last one was more nostalgic for my father than for me.

I also tried to mend a fractured relationship. Recently, I’ve become addicted to a kind of semi-sweet treat called “Mikado,” mainly because of its sheer simplicity. You go to the store, buy it, sit in a corner and eat it, and then throw the wrapper in the trash. Pure simplicity.

You don’t think about any complex equations while eating it. Unlike cigarettes.

I will have tough days until the end of December. I need a calmness that can be injected into me, not something I need to discover.

While listening to “Unutdunmu Sevdigini” by Ali Kinik.