I’m sat at my desk crying. A beautiful light is washing over the bay right now and I’m crying because his name was Crease and he was a good boy. The boyest of boys, the goodest of goods. We named him Crease because of the tuft of hair that parted his face right down the middle like a kinder egg. Look, you can...

Hey friend! Welcome to the 10th issue of the Mektup. Here is what I think about this newsletter: sending a letter (Mektup means letter in Turkish) to you every two weeks and intending to hear back from you. I'm still excited to send every letter like it's day one. Meanwhile, I'm still considering different formats...

Zaorałem swojego Facebooka. Zostawiłem tylko kilka tych wpisów, które są moimi refleksjami. Wywaliłem wszystkie polityczne sesje nienawiści, zaognione dyskusje na tematy jakimś cudem kontrowersyjne, wpisy bez sensu. Nikt nie będzie po nich płakał, bo Facebook to ściek bez refleksji o przeszłości, a mi jest lżej w...