Can Yağız, bazen stüdyoda
  Can Yağız, sometimes in the studio
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Similar to the first cold day of the year, when you grab a coat you haven't worn in a while and put your hands in the pockets, and find a piece of a receipt, a used tissue, a caramel wrapper, and a band-aid, also used. And not recognize who these fragments belong to.

I thought self as something innate, an enduring thread for the most part. Though it is more fragile, self can fragment, dissipate. It is difficult when memory becomes contested or one cannot reason with their doing.

At loose ends, such fragments became tangible comforts. Material had memory, in how a tissue soaked and how an envelope scuffed. It rendered progression.
still grassy field – accelerates
bicycle intrude 35 miles per hour
                            56 kilometers per hour

glass cups atop of fridge
landscape, crease
newsprint

burst dulled sense, lukewarm ensue

knife with the blue handle
shudder

bush-like florets bundled
quietly dried while they await
deployed into forest

paper tape with serrated end
cardboard bend, economical

first-aid’s deceivingly mere steps
clean – cover – secure

this bread was a loaf but now’s a brick
I assumed fatigue