The real infection

Kurallar neden var?

Denildigi gibi kirilmak icin mi yoksa bizleri kaliplara sokup susturmak icin mi?

Neden benden her talep edilen konuda bir fikrim olmak zorunda? Ya o an tek istedigim sey bos bos oturup dolaptaki puding artiklarini kasiklamaktan ibaretse ne olacak?

Neden surekli -neye karsi oldugunu bilmeden- savasmak ve basladigim noktaya donmek zorundaymisim ki?

Hic de degilim.

Toplumun bana ozgurlugum karsiliginde onerdigi sey nedir? Apoletler, onaylar bakislar, milyonlarca insanin omuz omuza tasidiklari o anlamsiz yuku sirtlamaya birinin daha katilmis olmasinin dudaklarda yarattigi o ince, anlamli tebessum? Gercekten de, ne oluyor "istedikleri gibi" biri oldugumuzda? Her sabah bir hapishanede uyanmayi kabullenmenin bedeli, yilda bir kez yapilacak olan anlamsiz deniz kenari tatilleri, muhtemel bir trophy wife ve hayatimizin en buyuk amacinin bir gun Amerika'yi gormek olmasi midir?

Bana -ve herkese- onerilen, don bicilen hayat umurumda bile degil. Bir daha bir daha sorulan sorular, anlamsiz bir zaman ve yas skalasina endekslenen hareketler, 20-30 IQ'ya hitap eden medya araclariyla yapilan anlamsiz zorlamalarin hicbiri zerre kadar umurumda degil. "Acil durumda cami kiriniz" yaziyordu otobusteki o kirmizi, tozlu kutunun uzerinde. Ben cami coktan kirdim da otobusun cami kutudan cikan curuk baltayla kirilmayacak kadar saglam.

Gercek enfeksiyon toplumun ve kurallarinin ta kendisidir.

Ve kurallarin yikilmasi ihtimali en cok kimleri telaslandirir, biliyor musunuz?

Gardiyanlari.

Meddling in food affairs

You know those sophisticated restaurants with fancy (mostly they add some syllables to certain food words so it sounds more 'French' you know) names where you got a full list of odd meals that you have no idea of and no chance of visual sight of the meal; and the too gentle waitress stands upon you and demands that you choose one of them. I feel like in a casino when I'm choosing what to eat at those places, cuz 90% of the time the food they bring is either so big and full of junk that you can't -won't- eat (which is the better option) or some sort of freak show you don't even wanna touch with your fork.

Anyway, yesterday I ordered something real simple -Mediterranean Sandwich- well, what do you expect? Lots of cheese, tomatoes, green things stuffed in a big envelope of a bread, eh? Well, let me tell you the sight of the food they brought: The first thing that caught my attention was the huge cheese layer covering half of the plate and the other half was full of needle-sized potato chips. Hmm, I wondered to myself, is this my sandwich or what? Then I realized, under that fried cheese layer there's two slices of very thin tomato and real thin wheat-bread. But the cheese is melted and spread everywhere so I had to eat with with knife and fork and the potatoes are ever-innocently looking at me, delivering the message that this "thing" cannot be anything related to any part of the Mediterranean.

My theory was confirmed one more time. Either let the waiter explain and visualize the food with details or eat something you have already eaten and liked.

Maybe if they had Sprite, I could take it easier, but settling with 7-Up, man that was the final blow for me. No more Mediterranean Sandwich (my butt) for me.

(This is actually something you expect when you hear the word Mediterranean)

Journey to Neverland (Part 1)

I've been sick for 2 weeks now. First I thought my fever was due to standard flu which has been circling among people during the months of winter. So I started Antibiotix treatment which didn't work out. Since it was obvious that my condition had nothing to do with flu, I went to an Infection Specialist and she gave me another brand of Antibiotix with the suspicion of an unkown Blood Infection causing my fever and trembling attacks.

One of those days I've visited the hospital frequently, probably a week or before from now (a lot happened afterwards), I was just lying in bed and thinking where exactly this infection was located; since my knees hurt like hell during those days, my first guess was the knees. I slowly drifted off into the arms of sleep.

When I wake up, there is a deep humming at the back of my head. Oh shit, I say to myself, the infection must be in my brain and now it started to make noises, I'm completely doomed. I suddenly stand up with these horrible and fearful thoughts in my mind. Then I realize I really could stand up in a second; my knees are not hurting no more and I'm not in my bed. I am actually standing on a tannish-pink surface. The ground isn't very solid, I realize my feet leave their soft marks on it as I walk on, but a few seconds later they disappear. I realize I have white pj's on.

I am actually on a ridge overlooking the area. Right a few meters beneath me, there's a vast, plain area going on till the borders of my sight. Similar ridges catch my eye on various distances and directions. The ceiling I can see, but it is covered with different looking objects; vertical thin and black lines which look like they're protruding up the ceiling as well cover the whole ceiling. between them, in forms of light pink and orange, there are various objects moving. In fact, the whole area looks like it's moving somehow but the pace is different at different corners.

The silent humming still goes on. I lean on the ridge and try to see what's on the flat area. First thing I notice is the big dark green tubes, making spirals and wrapping anything and everything and it's like they're going on forever. There is something moving in them constantly, and some of them (the ones far from me) have a yellowish glow on them. I think I see some steam going up from those far tubes as well. Anyway, the whole area is full of entangling and swirling tubes; so I decide to follow one of the biggest ones to see where they lead and what's going on really in here. I don't really feel the need to ask myself questions like where I am or what I'm doing here. It all feels so natural. I hop down the ridge (it's only a few meters high) and walk to the widest tube I see around. When I'm a few meters close, I feel it throbbing inside. Looks like some sort of liquid is flowing through, I dare not touch the surface, but only for a moment; I think I see faces inside the tube. Red, urgent faces flowing with star speed. I feel dizzy only by looking at them. Since I don't wanna doze off one more time, I turn my face off and follow the tube.

To be continued

Fancy in Antibiotics

Time to wake up...My head is buzzing. It's like I got fiery rivers flowing recklessly between my limbs and damaging wherever they touch.

Queer noises coming from my stomach area. I feel so weak all over. My knees cannot hold my saggy body, nor my long-lost-in-darkness soul no more. This new type of stinging pain allows me to meet joints that I never thought I had.

I try to think of stars, green fields, you know; positive stuff. But there's always that shadow on the corner of my vision. Doesn't hurt me (yet) but I know it's always been there, and now that I'm in a more fragile situation, it makes itself more visible. And I know. I just know...

I can feel the drugs's lonely journey through my veins, trying to envelope my sick cells and terminate them if necessary. In my blurred mind, I do ache. There's no consolation. Am I dreaming already? Are these people real? Or is it my bruised ego only?

Now I feel the rivers flowing mercilessly once more. Where is the next victim, I wonder to myself. I know tomorrow I'll be waking up and that part of my body will be in terrible pain. My whole body is wet with perspiration, that I can feel. Strange noises now extend up to my chest and lungs. No! Don't come near my heart. Don...

I wake up with a big pain in my chest. There's your new victim. I do realize though, that the dreams under the influence of drugs are more colorful, more visual, they're more "there". My thoughts drift to the main character of my latest book and his opium dreams in London Undercity's opium dens. I flash a mischievous smile to the invisible shadow on the corner of my vision...

(Illustration: Dan Dos Santos)

Series review - Misfits (7)

This 6 episode British Science Fiction series drew my attention lately. Luckily I found it when it was still being serialised. I liked the plot, characters (a lot) and most importantly the message at the end about how are all human beings and we got the right to screw up rather than confining ourselves to ancient concepts like virginity, proper clothing and other aspects of being a conservative society.

The plot is simple but interesting: 5 screwed up youth meet at a community center and start to wait for their probation worker; a monumental electrical storm happens and all of them (except one) gain different super powers. And the storyline starts to unfold.

My personal favorite character is Simon (Iwan Rheon -the guy on the very right in the picture), I like his voice, gestures and semi-sociopath manners a lot. Nathan (Robert Sheehan)'s acting is superb as well and the guy is so cute you just want him to be on every scene with his lovely Irish accent.

Can't wait for the 2. season.