For a while, I believed in etymology
in the idea that, once upon a time, words caused less pain…
Take “Sunday”, for instance;
it shouldn’t have been just another day,
but rather a gap, a void that fell out of time itself.
Perhaps…
it was truly a unit of time
a moment when people had not yet managed to catch up with themselves,
a time when, at the breakfast table,
they did not quietly break apart inside.
Back then, the steam from the tea
perhaps didn’t sting the eyes,
and bread
it merely satisfied one’s hunger,
not one’s soul.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol