OUT

Movement interrupts certainty. Every crossing shifts the internal map. The world expands. Identity becomes less fixed. Istanbul exists between two continents and two speeds. Ankara holds still. Cappadocia barely moves at all. These images were made inside mosques, on ferries, through bus windows, across stone landscapes carved by wind. The best photograph I have ever taken was made here — a man reading by a mosque window, light falling on him like a sentence.