Prologue 🍃

How does a good story start?

The name of this blog is derived from my cat’s name, İncir, which translates to "fig" in Turkish. I called her İncir because figs are my favorite fruit and are associated with a plethora of memories starting from my early childhood.

This one-minute post is the prelude to fig tree reverie.

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Given the opportunity, unexpected things can emerge in a person. Eventually, you might find yourself inclined to grow constantly and confront your internal inertia.

Thanks to my inner self-loving being and the inspirational people who surrounded and encouraged me to break my safety nets, I was galvanized to create something new, do activities that nourish me, and touch my close ones’ lives to elevate them in some way.

I can say the “outgrowth” in me started some years ago. The muse hit hard so sweetly, and it was everywhere. The painful satisfaction felt a bit weird because, I guess, you don’t always immediately recognize a beautiful transformation. You still feel the tendency to remain unchanged for a while. Looking back, though, it should be amazing to see how much you evolved after all.

Here, in an effort to occasionally nurture myself by writing, I will attempt to reach the "proudly looking-back" point of my story by sharing fragments of my ever-changing life, mind, and soul.

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Contemporaries

Let our hope
Be our wine

• The soundtrack. Oceans

• The product. Vocabulary (ahh, the iPhone widget 💚)

• The book. Hasretinden Prangalar Eskittim

• The guilty pleasure. Aşk-ı Memnu (can’t stop, won’t stop 🥀)

• The sketch.

  

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Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Hope to see you in the next one.

c.