Takıntı / Hang Up

A personal and inevitably dubious text on Wolfman Müderrisoğlu

A blind man is walking in the forest with arm stretched out, his hands in front of him. A poor, unfortunate soul, one ponders when one sees him. For he obviously can not see and we can. Weeds brush against his unprotected body.
The blind man Dr. Factual Nonsense doesn’t even bother to slow down too much. His hands stroke and sometimes carelessly grab the dense and rough bushes in the unkempt wilderness. Leafy plants graze, thorny shrubbery scrapes his exposed arms and ankles leaving pink cuts and scratch marks on bare flesh. He obviously is accustomed to pain, or he doesn’t mind it. The doctor often changes his direction never hesitating, never colliding with any of tree trunks. Twigs snap and crackle under his feet. He sometimes stumbles and trips over the stretched out roots of the trees, though never seems to fall or go down. He smiles with his tightly closed eyes. Presumably the Doctor may not even be blind. He surely hears and smells the forest.