Thanks to the Lights, Behind Them

A Çınar rug connects. Light falls upon it, and the rug does not fight back. The rug lets it through, softens it, bends it, and makes it part of its soul. It should frame it, shaping what lies behind it, letting the past and present meet in its translucent knots.

Listen to the loom’s quiet hum. The silk does the rest. The silk finds its way through the weave. The silk decides how much light it will hold and how much it will set free.

Light catches inside the spin, gathers itself into the threads, and slips out the other side without shedding its way. They are thin enough to see through but strong enough to be a memory.