Canım
“Through the boat’s window, an infinite, glittering expanse of water, enigmatic and indifferent, its waves lost on the horizon beneath a steel sky dotted with thick clouds, opens the solitary journey towards an unknown quest like a promise of adventure and uncertainty.
A narrow, lonely line of asphalt winds and splits the desert as far as the eye can see, stretching towards the horizon between silent hills and vast, arid plains.
One hundred-year-old pylons follow another, standing like lost silhouettes, mute witnesses to a frozen world guiding the gaze towards infinity.
An old hotel stands in the background, a relic of a bygone era, an isolated refuge in the middle of nowhere that seems to have sprung up like a mirage.
Inside, the air is heavy with warmth and silence.
The décor is simple and timeworn, with half-closed curtains filtering soft, low-angled light that illuminates the rooms with a golden hue, and tables covered with checkered tablecloths.
Silence, disturbed only by the creak of wood and the ticking of an old clock that no longer really dictates the hours.
The immense tableau of sand and rocks sculpted by time seems endless, each corner revealing a palette of changing colors, dusty browns, brilliant ochres and deep shadows that lengthen as the sun descends.
The traveler’s solitude, with this vast sea of dust as his only companion, invites introspection in the face of this wild horizon where sand is king and the lawless expanse recalls the grandeur of slow, distant adventures laden with mystery, oblivion and silent secrets.”
Turkey, between Istanbul and Ankara – September 2024
