Night, rain, and Mahzuni Şerif together turn into pure energy for writing. Writing about the moods of these days, days when decisions carry irreversible consequences. Like shooting a G3 rifle: every millimeter of deviation in your sight translates to a meter at 200 meters distance. Even a slight hand tremor can send your shot nowhere.

My decisions these days are just like that. The tiniest wobble could take me from one end of the world to the other. Add the essence of impatience and the anxiety of being away for two years, and you get maximum tension. Yet, what’s more soothing than being honest with yourself? As someone wise once said, we still have many years ahead that we don’t yet know what to do with. So we move forward calmly.