Döner Instead

Starbucks on a Saturday, me and Gülcan with the full setup—folders, notebooks, the confidence of people who think they’re about to be productive. Screaming kids and a smell I couldn’t place killed that in about twenty minutes. We both dropped the pretense immediately.

Got döners instead, found somewhere with sun, watched pigeons fight over scraps in the street. Just sat there talking about nothing. It was better than anything in those notebooks would’ve been.

Learning’s overrated anyway.