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The longstanding beef I have with Adorno, de Beauvoir, Loos, Sartre and Le Corbusier needs to be studied. My specialty in hating for early 1900 philosophers and architects is immaculate.
My first best friend ever was a Russian girl. Since then, I always known I have a Russian soul through and through.
I bake cookies because it is less expensive than therapy and my nervous system is always regulated after. A win is a win.
I can confidently say I make the best stuffed New York cookies in all of Istanbul. Maybe in the entire continent of Africa. Sultan Soleiman would have hired me in his kitchen. I would have been slinging cookies left and right. My middle name would have been Hatun Cookie Batter Baddie.
The menu for today is a bit of Vanity Fair by William Thackeray, Pineapple-Acai herbal tea. Of course, I have Oscar Wildes A Picture of Dorian Gray tucked away in my bedroom for nightly reading. As a self-proclaimed aesthete, I am trying to real more books on beauty as a philosophy. One of my part-time hobbies for the past several years is perfumery. When I say I have heavy sensual, perhaps even venusian influence in my life, its completely written into the fibers of my being, a genetic memory. I am sure I must have had some great-grandmother or aunt who must have been like me. I have 600 years of royal blood after all, but it is not much use when I do not have actual written history I can reference. It's tragic that the lived experience of my foremothers are all memories now. I do have fond memories and a refence of my grandmother who raise me until my teens in the USA. She soaked all her home-dresses in luxurious oud perfumes and was a glamour-house.
Starseed Baddie
I came back from spending almost 3 years of living in East Africa. I left with a deep sense of renewed nationalism even though I spent most of life as a cosmopolitan. I never expected visiting one's homeland was a pseudo-religious experience. There is a familiar feeling with living in a place your ancestors inhabited for thousands of years. Its instant, like meeting someone and feeling like you have now them all your life. I also left with a tremendous amount of guilt, as though I survived a war unscathed. It will take me years to properly unraveled my thoughts about everything. What I can say is that my entire identity as an African has been completely shattered.
Trading trudging through Brutalist Canadian architecture in the mud-colored snow with 800-year-old mosques, palaces and perfectly manicured rose gardens will forever be a win for me.
My new journal
I've been journaling for years. Ive had at least 10-12 notebooks from regular Moleskine to handbound journals from Turkey. I call them my dream books, where I documents all my feelings and dreams. It's amazing to look back and see exactly what you were thinking 2 years ago on a random Thursday afternoon. It's healing. I encourage everyone to start. I started after reading The Meditations by Marcus Aurelius and took it from there. I just don't believe photos are enough to capture life. There is a symphony that only words can capture when it comes to documenting life's ordeals and obstacles.
I was reading an op-ed in The Seattle Time called "We Should All Know Less About Each Other." It argues that social media, as oppose to making the world an more open and connected place, essentially reinforces our own echo chamber and has been slowly breaking down social peace that is often a by-product of us tolerating other people's views....simply because we do not know about them. The author features a study that shows how they got Democrats and Republicans to follow social media accounts, without their knowledge, of members of the opposite party. What they found was that instead of becoming more tolerant, people only be more radical about their own beliefs. In other words, it shows that you cannot really break down that echo chamber. We are effectively only mimicking the small town, tribal communities humans have lived in for a millenia.
Another thing it mentions is how conversations between people that would otherwise be fruitful are shut down prematurely. Citizens from a local town the author spoke to said they had stopped talking to people because of their views online.
This is one of the reasons I don't mindlessly scroll. I often find brilliant tweets then look for the account only to be put off and not want to engage with the person anymore. It's not a nice confession but an honest one. This is one of my biggest contentions with social media. I'm curating humans like perfect collection of dolls that reflect back to me what I want to see when in the real world I've always been able to have friends who I really disagree with yet want to continue engaging with them.
Social media has always been a challenging terrain for me. I use to have accounts with thousands of followers but, at the bottom simmering with discomfort, was my need for privacy. Ok, I am not big on sharing photos, but the privacy of my likes, dislikes, preferences, points of view, whose audience was once reserved for people that knew you, love you, or at the very least, could tolerate you.
The current rage about Elon Musk taking over Twitter is very bizarre, as if our other media conglomerates aren't also owned by billionaire oligarchs? I'm of the opinion Twitter is not some sort of human townhall, like Musk is saying but the discontents of everyday human life that found an outlet. I don't believe it's healthy for the human mind to be so connected to constant stream of problems. News, perspectives and ideas are presented but nothing gets solved. It's a roller coaster of emotions where you feel depleted at the end yet the platform has now learned more about you and will use that data against you. It's a breeding ground for separation and has fueled propaganda that has had real-world effects.
So yes, we should all know less about each other, less about our problems. We should be more connected to what is going on around us, our neighbours, our local community. Thee benefits social media has brought has not outweighed the myriad of mental illnesses it's created in addition to the cultural degeneracy it promotes. Social media is just a tool is not argument. Just like saying money is just a tool. But unless you are the one designing international monetary economic policy or social media censorship laws we are facing now, then we have to care about its long term effects.
I guess this rant is just to say that perhaps my intuition against these platforms now has some credence, that my time building a life outside of the metaverse(yes, we are already living in it) will bear a better life than the unending search for validation and success in a world that doesn't really exist. I grew up in a pre-2012 world(this is the date I feel this started going downhill fast) and life was infinitely less depressing. Hanging out with my friends on the street at 9pm reciting poetry, randomly(or telepathically) bumping into people and catching up or even travelling and not having a single experience captured on camera.
This world is withering away and I want to hold on to it even if I can feel it slipping from my hands.
New read.
"Art, as we have known it, stands on the threshold of the transcendental. It points beyond this world of accidental and disconnected things to another realm, in which human life is endowed with an emotional logic that makes suffering noble and love worthwhile. Nobody who is alert to beauty, therefore, is without the concept of redemption – of a final transcendence of mortal disorder into a ‘kingdom of ends." -Roger Scruton, Beauty
Ramzi Taskiran, 1961
I am a wayfarer at heart. My ancestors were Puntite nomads and pastoralists, further back in my history were sultans, nobility and sea farers that found themselves from Scotland to as far as China.
Centuries later, one of their descendants also finds herself in the most curious places in the world. Currently, I'm in Mexico City. When I tell people I regularly come to Latin America, they are always surprised. I find Latin and South Americans the people I most connect with. I figured if no one told me what my ethnicity was, I'd find myself here claiming to be from these lands. Why?
First they are extremely kind and open. The most expressive, open-hearted and friendly people. I always say it's impossible to come here, meet people and not find free food and people willing to host you very easily. Secondly, the weather is very much the beautiful Mediterranean weather I am used to. I grew up in -40 degree winters and have gladly turned my back on anything that isn't sunshine and the occasional rainy day. Thirdly, there is a spirit here I cannot explain. It's a spirit of trust. Europe these days feels tense. Here, there is a sort of 'trust the universe's energy from everyone I meet. Even my new friend, Mario and I spent the afternoon chatting about his adventurers in New York. He couldn't handle the stress that comes with the "American dream". He is back in Mexico as a waiter, showing me his new plans to build a house on a lake in Cuernavaca. Just big smiles and happiness. Even the nice people who sell tortillas on the road are so happy and stress free. I guess the best word to describe it is Maktub, Or it is Written, as it was describe many times in Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist. It may not be true for everyone but it remains a spirit I have found nowhere else.
Why am I here? For the past couple years, I worked as an economic development professional specifically on entrepreneurship development. That journey took me to 4 countries and 5 global events I helped work on. I met some awesome people. However, if you are like me and spent your early 20s in a digital nomad lifestyle, hard life lessons accompany it. After an intense spiritual awakening and falling off the face of the earth for 3.5 years, I am back to doing global events and I cannot wait to share details of it. Will I do it full time? No. Not anymore. Only when I feel inspired. And the rest of the time, my amazing team will handle it. I just feel an intense need to bring this message to the world.
One plus of going through a dark night of the soul and hard spiritual journey is that I no longer worship success or productivity. I left the grind and hustle culture. I was holed up in the Mediterranean for the past 3.5 years writing my first book, painting, unlearning and enjoying slow living. I finally tasted pure joie de vivre and realized it was not only free but my birth right(and yours too).
That is the great Cosmic joke. There is nothing to look for when you realize you are made out of the same stardust God crafted the universe from. Everything you want is already yours.
H.S Yusev is my pen name. Recently the name Sofia it was given to me by someone very special in the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul. Yusev is my grandfather's name. I'll be using this pen name for my writings.
Love Sofia ❤️
« The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection. » Michelangelo
The Doors of Tamerlane, 1872
“Humanity’s self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order.” Walter Benjamin