Unnatural Spring Water

written by Nazli Karabiyikoglu

Do you know what’s very wrong when death is so near? Looking at the mirror.

Barks and shouts and other sounds of daily life coming in from the window make me flinch. What scares me the most is the horizon, where the cloudy sky meets the steppes afar. I think about the streets that I’m about to head out to, to let my body go. This part of the city, where piles of trash fill the sidewalks and neighborhoods are stuffed together, hasn’t welcomed winter yet. Heating stoves aren’t lit, people are still merely chilly.

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