Standalone pieces on psychology, language, and the things we carry without knowing.
Seven essays on what we build inside ourselves—and why.
Unified by a corridor metaphor and a movement from the external to the solitary.

Symmetry's balance is disturbed by an echo from the future, triggering cosmic disobedience where gravity becomes nostalgia, and the universe is born from a great longing.
The one who made it to the cover
I write personal essays about the things we experience but rarely examine closely—perception, memory, attention, honesty. I believe everyone and everything carries a story worth telling, and that how a story is told matters as much as the story itself.
Most of what I explore lives in the gap between what I feel and what I allow myself to name. Defense mechanisms, the weight of unfinished things, the unwilling negotiations I have with my own reflection—the corridors I keep returning to.
I teach at Yeditepe University in İstanbul—a city that insists on being looked at. Most of what I write is an attempt to look back.