Chopsticks

In the snow, Coandak, Black Lake, I live here, alone. When we reach a certain stage in life, we are conditioned to look for every possible place to settle down, even at a young age. Here I got my own hut in the true sense. I didn't need any recognition, and there was no malice that appeared out of nowhere. I built a hut that was not excellent and had no aesthetics. But this is great, there are no inexplicable disturbing noises, there are no damn mosquitoes, there are only heartbeats and me and the lake. This is my story