Tag Archives: Depression

Keşmekeş: The Karagöz puppets wreak (helpful) havoc


The Karagöz puppets are urging me to send out this “I’m still alive” message to the few and dear readers of this kooky blog. So, a few words on what is going on these days. In all fairness, I must … Continue reading

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We is Karagöz puppets, worried ’bout M’lady, don’t speak İngilizce good


We is Karagöz puppets, we worried about m’lady. she sleeping now lots. dr. says good. she depressed a lot so we learn iPhone jumping on pad it’s slippery we fall we like play with phone we like solitaire, sudoku when … Continue reading

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Breaking out of the glass box: The Karagöz puppets rejoice


Lately, I’ve been immobilized inside a midnight-blue and burnt sienna glass box, with walls so thick that the voices of the puppets have been obscured.   Those Karagöz puppets, They finally plastered a sign onto that imprisoning glass with rose … Continue reading

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