Dark room

So I was biting myself in my sleep at night? Is there such a disease?
Is this a type of sleepwalking? Is it a form of cannibalism?
Or did I invent it? I wish I had told the doctor who thought I was a victim of sexual fantasy, "Well, doctor, I live alone."
I couldn't say it. I held myself back. I knew why very well
in fact: The fact that I was biting myself unconsciously was much more disturbing than having the most perverted relationship.
The Dark Room begins in a distant Istanbul district that will not be remembered as if it had never existed... An empty public bus, flickering fluorescents. , begins with deserted and outlandish shop windows... We come across a photographer who goes to the bottom like a rag whose weight increases as it is immersed in water, trying to remember himself and what he has forgotten.
This is a timid and obsessive man who walks with his intuition, lives with routines...
Hakan Bıçakcı, the essence of rationalism It depicts a schizoid and polarized darkness in which the mask is removed and every night flows into a day. It offers us another young novel in which bites, yellowed pictures, spooky men, shopping malls, art galleries, hotel rooms, brands and futile time weariness live...



Number of Pages: 176

Print Year: 2010


Language: Turkish< br/>Publisher: İletişim Yayıncılık

First Print Year: 2010

Language: T& #252;rkçe