The alleys of Beyoğlu, its dark corners, the urge to escape, and the guilt flicker within my mind like neon lights. I know there won’t be a fight with my mother that night, that soon I’ll open the door and escape into the alleys that offer me solace. After a long walk, I’ll return home in the middle of the night and sit at the table to extract something from the atmosphere and chemistry of these alleys.