the narrative morphes from one to another. just like the human mind. one moment you are in the city where the narrator and süm have moved out to, then you're back in their childhood home in the provinces, next you find yourself at the hospital where bunni is in coma, next you hear about a family ritual about the dead, and back you're taken to the cold nights of childhood. time is nonexistent here
— Oct 18, 2024 02:26PM
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