Sarhos

Eventually, the room stops spinning and the morning light brings back the sharp edges. But the sarhoş knows something the sober man often forgets: the world is far more flexible than we think, and sometimes, you have to lose your balance to find out where you’re really standing.

Much like the verses of Rumi or Hafez, there is a "drunkenness" that has nothing to do with wine. It is the intoxication of being alive, of seeing the beauty in a single falling leaf and feeling entirely, helplessly "under the influence" of the universe. In Music and Culture sarhos

A heavy tongue and light head. The sharp edges of the world—the bills, the deadlines, the regrets—all soften into blurred neon lights. Eventually, the room stops spinning and the morning