Nothing we looked at unfaithfully was real
Whichever part we held in our hands, became real.
A tree fell in the forest,
no one heard.
The stones we carved out of place,
from the roof wall of the house,
the tree from its roots,
and coyotes all around
played a part we wrote.
We found a place walking on the road
Today we still ask each other:
where was that?
Artists: Can Yıldırım, Deniz Kulaksızoğlu, Fırat İtmeç, İrem Apak, Lalin Mercan, Serra Bilgincan, Zeynep Yılmaz