02 Temmuz 2018, Pazartesi
saat: 05:47
“1 July. Too tired.”
— Franz Kafka, Diaries
I’ve landed on the continent I call home a few days ago and since then I've been trying so hard to get my sleeping pattern back on track. I cannot describe myself as tired, I need a diferent word to describe the time and space confusion plus weird not-tiredness-but-kind-of-tiredness you get after that.. Sure, I could say jet-lagged, but I think this word is way too innocent to properly transmit my actual status. I need hot tea, a bath, two years of sleep, and someone to write my papers for me—none of which will happen. But, a girl can dream & will.
“I don’t want to be anything today; tomorrow, we’ll see.”
