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Architecture
2018 —2020
Mark When I supposed it was the evening, my caretaker came back.
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She started speaking with her deep voice she started talking:
“Do not listen to the doctor, you will get up one day. I believe

in you. You will come to my house, and we will drink tea together.”

Those words have lost meaning after such a long time. I knew I

would never get up, the only way in front of me is death, and the

daily torture of nothingness that will keep on going until then.

She ended the suffering given by the strings, turned off the

lights, and left the room. I transferred all my focus into controlling

my dream. Lucid dreams help me dwell in my own mind and put

forth everything I can remember. They are the only and last thing

to do that this life leaves me with. However, as the days pass the

memories start to vanish, and the lucidity of my dreams fade.

Kerem Selek

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