Then again, most people, obviously, have an idea about who i am. My wife and my closest friend think that i whine too much, my son thinks i am a loser, my not-so-close friends think i am a distant fuck.
It’s alarming to see how they are off.
Or, are they really?
Nobody knows who i am. Or that’s how i like to think.
Hi, my name is Emre, and i am an alcoholic, in another life, i’m pretty sure.
I still haven’t done my first album.
Lots of unfinished tracks in my computer. Lots of good intentions. No action. This was 2008.
I mostly feel like i’m a transvestite, as in a woman locked in a man’s body, i’m locked in a life that i’ve built. It’s possible to transform, to get out with the means of an operation. But it’s difficult and should be done by myself which makes it even more difficult.
