In every port, we look for something that and miss. A trace, a breath, a pleasant goodbye, maybe we will come to ourselves. In every separation, we are born again, despite all the pain we know, we experience the most severe pain again. We do this to ourselves as well. We know that the pain we suffer is the size of our love.
The moment I immortalized in this photograph was exactly such a moment. Behind him, dozens of unlived dreams, a broken heart, and a man who packed all his love into a goodbye, and the cigarette he lit after the sailing ships is a heart that tries to hide its pain and is actually pleasant to itself.
Artist: Hasan Uçar ...