PASAJBOOKS

Small pains do not rise to the surface — they settle deep within.
Like an engraving, they emerge as they are inscribed,
falling silent as they deepen.
The city conceals them within its lines.
I linger in that space —
among the blue, the air, and the echo of memory.

Fractures takes up our ambiguous relationship with animals – the mass consumption of living beings, the ongoing extinction of species, but also the longing for human-animal communication.
While we consume and use domestic animals like industrially produced wares, and drive wild animals into extinction, we also dream of harmony between the species. Many concepts of paradise across cultures include the idea of peace between humans and animals.
SciFi and popular culture fantasize about extraterrestrial intelligence in outer space, while our industrialized life style is resulting in the mass extinction of the only other known conscious beings in the universe right on our planet.

I look at the square window located in the center of a facade and the traces of dung that has been tossed out of this central window. With the mountains of dung piled in front of it, the facade seems to breathe out - a haunted spirit... Intimate and sincere - something draws without hands. It speaks of an acheiropoeita - of what? I recall a passage from one of Latife Tekin’s stories, it is called “My Flock was Hungry and Distraught”: “Apparently, my flock has been dispersing on the back of an old-age creature, name unknown, scab covered, lying down, curled up since Earth has existed.” The Turin horse, sweet cats, this soft and slow flock... This humble facade bears the signature of such a creature of the old-ages.