Tune into the WORLD!




Take a moment, close your weary eyes. Breathe in as if your last breath and let it out like a long goodbye. Clear your mind and relax every muscle, eliminate all thought. When you open your eyes you are going to focus on everything going on around you. Every sound, move, smell and sight. 

Pick one place to stare at and keep your eyes on it like a dart on point. Let your ears flood with noise. For a while, if you’re doing it right, it’s going to be overwhelming. However, just as you were working so hard to master tuning out the outside world as a baby, now you’re going to master tuning into it. There’s a devastating amount of information around you. Every person, each with individual lives, thoughts, emotions, ambitions, fears, turn ons, turn offs. They all occupy that space in a specific time right in front of your eyes for a reason. You’re witnessing beating hearts, breathing lungs moving forward in life. Every single second fading before you realize it even arrived. The world now seems alive, pumping life through its veins, moving, all for a specific purpose: Order in Chaos

Behold, the world! You’re all the same to it. It won’t take care of you, embrace you or be kind to you but it will be the cause for everything that happens. It will be the inspiration to an amazing song, the body of the most humanly poem. It’ll give with most generosity and take with merciless vengeance. It neither loves not hates you. You are here, now. Where do you want to go next? There is nothing stopping you from doing anything you want other than yourself. You are free. What does your heart desire? You’re only a decision away from waking up in a hotel room overlooking the Shanghai skyline or having coffee waiting for the patisserie to open in Paris. You’re a tiny decision away from leaving the job that you hate but took anyway because of the very thing that corrupts your life, money. Everybody’s only concern in the world is money. They see it as a goal and not means to achieve your dreams. People will work their entire lives believing doing what you love won’t pay the bills. FORGET ABOUT THEM! Don’t be afraid to confess your love! Embrace your passions! Move a step closer to your wildest dream! Be spontaneous, be erratic! Realize how little you get to experience the wonders of this world and make it count! 

If you’re still sitting in the same place after reading this, you’re doomed. Don’t think, just go! It’s 06:20 pm in Istanbul and I gotta get a new visa so I’ll leave you with this tea: T


A mindbruising question!



If time is not linear but rather we perceive it to be so, the future would be the past and the past would be yet to come. So yesterday, today and tomorrow are all happening simultaneously. With that logic, what is the difference between birth and death?

If it’s all happening at once it would lead one to the conclusion that when we are born, we die and when we die, we are born. 


(A liquor fueled night in) Istanbul, Not Constantinople



For the past five months I’ve been traveling the Mediterranean. I figured I would just cut my would-be successful career dead and live a more noble life as a nomad…alright, alright! I got arrested at 05:30 in the morning, pulled away from my cheap bottle of Pinot Noir and got deported ok?!

After a few drifting months, upon letting my ticket to Africa burn like wildfire and leaving the lovely flight attendants high and dry, I found myself in a coffee shop in Istanbul. A city packed with ridiculous amounts of culture and diversity. A sweet cocktail of the many empires that occupied it over the past couple of thousand years. Needless to say, I was astounded. I felt like a teenager undressing a woman for the first time. The more I explored, uncovered farther my chin dropped to the point where my bottom teeth were visible in China. At first glance it was just beautiful which can be said about many cities around the globe so overall, not that new. However the trick to truly experiencing this city was the, well let’s just say, easter eggs (not literally).

Built to throw off outsiders and tourists was a front as if a shiny designer store with lots of eye candy. Everything looked suspiciously too…smooth. Back alleys dark as a well diggers ass and as tangled as a Sheiks pubic hair to the eyes of a stranger. Hard to take that first step into darkness in a country that has a stained rep due to it’s geographical location and it’s extremist neighbors. Once you take that leap of horrifying faith, you find a world of most interesting characters hanging out in bars you’d only see in a Johnny Depp movie drinking Danish Pilsner.

Behind the fish market and grocers of Kadikoy, past the port and cheesy night clubs and overpriced restaurants targeted at dribbling tourists you find hidden a street called Kadife Sokak. Hipsters, hippies, bikers, models, gypsies, actors, musicians all come together in this short stretch to drink, literally, shoulder to shoulder. Everyone with a bottle of beer at hand singing, chanting while others hang out in the cool kids corner. Some make out, some dance, some talk and some glance. It takes balls though, to go there (especially alone). Everyone will give you attitude no matter who you are and it’s a hot spot for the Hells Angels attacks. Not kidding about that, they come with knives and chains out of nowhere and assault everybody without a cut. Which to me, makes it all the more better! As far as you wondering what the fuck the Hells Angels are doing in this part of the world, well Turkey happens to be the largest distributor of heroin in the world.

I happened to have one sick night at this burlesque bar drinking my soul off till dawn. Around 03:00 am the government shut the power to the street so the people would leave and the wickedness would stop but it only got more movie worthy! In the middle of what seemed to be an eclectic but driven song called “Raging Lung” everything went dark. A single second of utterly beautiful silence so vibrant from everybody’s energy it gave goosebumps to every living thing in the place. It was soon ruptured by the wooing of all the drunks in the place. The bartenders quickly lit as many candles as they could and kindly let us know that, as he put it, “the fucking beer is getting warmer by the minute LET’S GO PEOPLE! And everyone who wasn’t binging up to that point started pounding down pints of Pilsner followed by shots of watered down whatever-the-hell-that-was. Enough candles were lit to see all three floors of what seemed to be a bar designed in Tim Burton’s wildest fantasies. 

I could go on, maybe I will on my own but I’m not about to tell you about who I took home and how. My point in this post was GET OUT! Travel! This is the only planet you’re gonna live on and you’ve seen literally less than %1 of it. The more places you go the more you grow as a person. Trust me, I’ve had the (mis)fortune of traveling my whole life from the crib to right this moment as I wait for the ferry in Kadikoy, I know what I’m talking about. Don’t buy that new MacBook or whatever, buy a ticket to Berlin, Zurich, Cyprus where ever!

It’s 05:09 pm somewhere and I need a quick cigarette before I watch the sun set on a ferry ripping through the waves of Marmara (oh by the way I just found out there are dolphins swimming around here!) So I’ll leave you with this thought: !

An apologetic fuck you…


fuck you

We live in a world where the objective of those who love us is to discourage us from doing something we, god forbid, are passionate about. They make us feel embarrassed for wanting to have a blog, write a book or hell, become an impromptu dramatic poetry reader in a dimly-lit coffee house surrounded by those who despise the corporations that they make rich and own one too many pairs of wayfarers.

To those loved ones I say, with all the deepest love and respect, FUCK YOU! How many times have you not done something or haven’t told anybody, not even your closest friend or family about what you wanted to do next? About an idea that’s been scratching itself into your brain and keeping you up when you’re in silence at night trying to fall asleep. How many times have you tried to do something and with the utmost hesitation posted it on Facebook for your friends to see and not get a single glance from even your roommate or sibling? My point being we mislead ourselves into seeking advice from the ones we love. An astoundingly important question at this point is ‘Why?’

Why do you need the opinion of someone else or even approval for that matter? Why do people constantly give in to their insecurities and doubts? If you’re here reading this, though I can hear these words echo off the walls of a cricket filled hallway (somehow, don’t ask), you know what I’m talking about otherwise you’d get your ass back to Netflix and snacks faster than a literature professor corrects his students’ grammar. You want to make an astonishing change in your life? Great! Think about the questions you ask yourself throughout everyday. Seriously, focus on em’ and sooner than later you’ll realize how much you include others in your decisions. Live for yourself, live to please yourself, live to be in peace within yourself! Only then will you begin to be pleasing to others around you.

Do you think Newton ever uttered the words “Yo brethren, I have been thinking about this thing called Gravity what’s up gimme some headers yo” No! He never said that! In fact he invented something that would haunt students around the globe for centuries and change math forever called Calculus and kept it to himself for three decades! Why? Because he did it for himself! He didn’t ask for approval, he just did. Einstein never wondered if anyone could relate to the theory of relativity, John Lennon didn’t ask Yoko for appro…..no wait, he did. Never mind Lennon, you get my point. The sooner you realize that you’re doing something for YOU and what anyone thinks is not relevant, the better!

Here’s the end to my hardly prolific first post, it’s 02:52am somewhere in the mediterranean and I need a cigarette so I’ll leave you with this quote:  (“)