Museum of Obsession
What’s love if not obsession? Well, at least some parts of it verge on the edge of the psychotic behaviour. Clouded mind, pounding heart, immense joy and immense sadness. Orhan Pamuk writes about the obsession of love for 700 pages in his Museum of Innocence. I went to Istanbul to walk on the streets filled with huzun (a Turkish name for melancholy and longing for the glorious past), to look at Pamuk’s obsession in the Museum of Innocence – a real museum built together with the book; and to see if in the city of obsessive melancholy I can mend my own heart.
I wrote about it for Vogue Poland. Here you can access full text in Polish.