Galata Bridge in Istanbul at Sunset

No matter what time of day, the bridge always seems to be packed with fishermen. Standing there, shoulder to shoulder, some of them in conversation, others silently contemplating the ripples of the world beneath them.



He had become the silent ruler of the coastline, despite the inherent sense of tragedy.  Having arrived, at last, in his dominion, after losing his direction in the freedom of the waves.

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