This text is commissioned for the exhibition catalogue of Hayal Incedogan, Wild is the Wind, at Operation Room, American Hospital, Istanbul.
“Oh well, memories,” said I. “Yes, even remembering in itself is sad, yet how much more its object! Don’t let yourself in for things like that, it’s not for you and it’s not for me. It only weakens one’s present position without strengthening the former one—nothing is more obvious—quite apart from the fact that the former one doesn’t need strengthening.”
Franz Kafka
The threshold of change induces a shift of variables in the equations of memory and the self. The conditions of which certain vocabulary is coded face a quake. It is not only the earth that trembles, but the meanings of those words: Love, despair, reality, conflict, impossibility, melancholia, terror, longing, lack, dream, suicide, revenge, death, freedom, journey, urban, solitude, trace, special, decline, loss, existence, belonging, sadness, incapability, inner peace, obsession, fragility, hesitation, time…