Mobile phone notes… Neverending life, breathing and exploding in all directions. In and out. Every thought is reality, every wish fulfilled, every nightmare true. Kids you wanted but never had, just as real as kids you had but never wanted. You can’t die, not really, you can only forget. Anything is possible, everything is a memory.

Mobile phone notes folder … Sometimes I imagine every little thing of a life I would absolutely hate, one that would crush my soul in a masterful way not detectible from the outside, my personal little hell. Not to learn anything or to be humble or grateful, but just for fun. I imagine only eating food I hate and the one I know is unhealthy. The family that doesn’t get me or care about me. I would work at a job I suck at, but can’t get fired because my boss is drinking buddies with my father and my father likes beingbedsheets that would drive me insane in colour combinations and textures I despise. parent to ungrateful children. Mom and dad hate being happy aboutanything. I have no friends or hobbies. Any time I try to speak I can’t remember the words. My clothes are too small and itchy and out of style by at least 3 years so I am eternally uncool. My house would be too hot in the summer and too cold in the winter with paper-thin walls for zero privacy, located just by the highway. I would share a bedroom with siblings who are always noisy and hate me. My bedsheets would drive me insane in colour combinations and textures I despise. Our bedroom would be too bright to sleep in, even at night and I would have to wake up at 5 am. Our Tv would only be showing game shows and Turkish and/ or Indian soap operas. (…)