By the time we now call it history, Turkey choosed to be run under an agreement which makes it under an obligation to any morality covered with skin and flesh.
People who wanted to be a part of something bigger than them, a life lifted by morality and the others lifted the morality where ever they want it to be standed for.
The architecture that represented the bigger cause, covered by stones and entertainment.
The art and colors became expensive theraphy but nothing more.
The views of the cities's histories are just there, slipping under the exhaustion.
People dress to show, take care of themselves to be looked by someone else.
They created new figures that could lead them to what they call freedom as they became a mixture of all nations's will, against anything moral.
They lost the sense of being watched and destroyed by the time, just because they've became the victims of themselves.
The style of the life was not there to show their story but the history of being an individual in a society.
Sun and moon shattered in the lost meanings. They try to shine with their own skin which is meant to be shine for the generations who want to see the dawn and sunrise.
So the source of soul, the body, went for sale.
Children still feel the absurdity of their surroundings and parents are realizing what they've caused.
So some people stayed hidden and could not figure how to show themselves to the country they live in to make everything right again.
While others wanted to feel the warmth of the sun rays on their skin that caused every family, which is the future of any country, had to face the winter because of it.