Intent
What I was trying to do
Istanbul. I spent days stalking grand mosques and smoky kebab spots, chasing some perfect postcard of the city’s soul. Then I realized the real thing was screaming past me the whole time. The rattling web of trams stitching the chaos together—and a tired man staring from the window like he’d seen empires rise and fall. That was Istanbul.
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