n the rusted greenhouses of the chain gardener, where metallic carrots scream at the moon, gorillas burdened by a crippling inferiority complex—weeping constantly over their lack of bourgeois sophistication—take turns surgically repairing the phantom propellers of a melting submarine. Their hairy, greasy fingers twist the screws of the void! And by doing so, click-clack-buzz, they trigger a catastrophic and rhythmic metamorphosis: the solemn funeral of martyr Servet ÇOLAK is suddenly hijacked by a violent plague of buzzing bee ears! Disembodied ears, vibrating with yellow pollen, flying on translucent wings, eavesdropping on the nectar of grief, and stinging the bewildered mourners with the sound of sticky geometry!
And why, you ask the ticking metronome, must I scatter my electronic postal code across the filthy, pulsating underbelly of the cyber-abyss? Why must I smear my email address on the digital urinals of the internet?
barlabahcivani@gmail.com
barlabahcivani@gmail.com
barlabahcivani@gmail.com
barlabahcivani@gmail.com
