Evren Ergeç
@evrenergec.bsky.social
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Evren Ergeç
@evrenergec.bsky.social
· May 6
We claim public space as our open-air gallery of possibilities, expressing ourselves through everything from spray-painted storefronts to bullhorn sonnets at busy intersections.
The rise of pro-government NGOs reveals an important lesson: Civil society is not inherently democratic. Power always seeks to create its own moral reflection.
December 6, 2025 at 8:17 AM
The rise of pro-government NGOs reveals an important lesson: Civil society is not inherently democratic. Power always seeks to create its own moral reflection.
Authoritarianism now arrives not in fatigues, but in the tailored suit of a prosecutor, wielding procedure as its weapon.
December 5, 2025 at 5:48 AM
Authoritarianism now arrives not in fatigues, but in the tailored suit of a prosecutor, wielding procedure as its weapon.
In competitive autocracies, the regime doesn't silence NGOs; it creates its own. This turns the battlefield of ideas into a mirror maze where truth and propaganda coexist.
December 4, 2025 at 6:58 AM
In competitive autocracies, the regime doesn't silence NGOs; it creates its own. This turns the battlefield of ideas into a mirror maze where truth and propaganda coexist.
Repression fails to kill civil society; instead, it hones it into something sharper, quieter, and infinitely more creative.
December 3, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Repression fails to kill civil society; instead, it hones it into something sharper, quieter, and infinitely more creative.
As the state actively converts its courts into coercive tools, civil society emerges as the sole active engine of democracy. Though exhausted and under fire, civil society remains defiantly mobilized.
December 2, 2025 at 5:57 AM
As the state actively converts its courts into coercive tools, civil society emerges as the sole active engine of democracy. Though exhausted and under fire, civil society remains defiantly mobilized.
The future needs more than capital; it needs a collective will of ethics, grit, and empathy.
December 1, 2025 at 3:33 AM
The future needs more than capital; it needs a collective will of ethics, grit, and empathy.
True wealth is not what you hoard, but the unseen power you dare to activate - your voice, your networks, and your stubborn hope.
November 29, 2025 at 9:04 AM
True wealth is not what you hoard, but the unseen power you dare to activate - your voice, your networks, and your stubborn hope.
Against the backdrop of a hushed amber sky and restless water, the small boat traces its brief existence across the Bosphorus, while the distant giant ship slowly dreams of horizons it will never truly reach.
November 28, 2025 at 7:58 AM
Against the backdrop of a hushed amber sky and restless water, the small boat traces its brief existence across the Bosphorus, while the distant giant ship slowly dreams of horizons it will never truly reach.
Money buys the seat, but it is memory, courage and imagination that earn the right to lead the conversation.
November 28, 2025 at 5:43 AM
Money buys the seat, but it is memory, courage and imagination that earn the right to lead the conversation.
Amidst the shadowed trees and the silver hush of the sea, drifting clouds cradle the sky like a lingering thought. Meanwhile, boats etch fleeting whispers across the memory of the light.
November 27, 2025 at 5:51 AM
Amidst the shadowed trees and the silver hush of the sea, drifting clouds cradle the sky like a lingering thought. Meanwhile, boats etch fleeting whispers across the memory of the light.
You kill democracy by convincing the public that watchdogs are saboteurs and activists are criminals.
November 27, 2025 at 5:39 AM
You kill democracy by convincing the public that watchdogs are saboteurs and activists are criminals.
In the fragile hush of the early morning, as the sky softens to a pale shade of pink, the amber lamp emits its final golden glow. It will soon be silenced by the rising sun, like a dream gently extinguished by daylight.
November 26, 2025 at 6:55 AM
In the fragile hush of the early morning, as the sky softens to a pale shade of pink, the amber lamp emits its final golden glow. It will soon be silenced by the rising sun, like a dream gently extinguished by daylight.
When civil liberties are suppressed, the question is no longer who governs, but who gains from the public's fear.
November 26, 2025 at 6:45 AM
When civil liberties are suppressed, the question is no longer who governs, but who gains from the public's fear.
Beneath a sky stitched with wandering clouds, the sea exhales a silvery light, and ferries drift like quiet memories between the horizon and the soft, forgiving sun.
November 25, 2025 at 10:26 AM
Beneath a sky stitched with wandering clouds, the sea exhales a silvery light, and ferries drift like quiet memories between the horizon and the soft, forgiving sun.
Civil society does not die when funding dries up; it dies when fear becomes a more reliable currency than trust.
November 25, 2025 at 10:00 AM
Civil society does not die when funding dries up; it dies when fear becomes a more reliable currency than trust.
Two quiet silhouettes lean into the calm water, as if fishing for reflections of time. Meanwhile, the sun scatters its silver confessions across a sea that remembers every unspoken thought.
November 24, 2025 at 7:31 AM
Two quiet silhouettes lean into the calm water, as if fishing for reflections of time. Meanwhile, the sun scatters its silver confessions across a sea that remembers every unspoken thought.
The highest defense is not the border of the country, but the boundary of the human spirit.
November 24, 2025 at 7:22 AM
The highest defense is not the border of the country, but the boundary of the human spirit.
Free dissent is the ultimate measure of a strong society.
November 23, 2025 at 6:46 AM
Free dissent is the ultimate measure of a strong society.
This forsaken mansion, with its empty windows and walls covered in ivy, whispers like a memory that refuses to die. It is a quiet heirloom of time, crumbling beautifully beneath the gentle touch of daylight.
November 21, 2025 at 7:07 AM
This forsaken mansion, with its empty windows and walls covered in ivy, whispers like a memory that refuses to die. It is a quiet heirloom of time, crumbling beautifully beneath the gentle touch of daylight.
Authoritarians build monuments to forget; democracies build mirrors to remember. Only one invites correction.
November 21, 2025 at 6:55 AM
Authoritarians build monuments to forget; democracies build mirrors to remember. Only one invites correction.
The sky opens up like a quiet confession, allowing a beam of light to fall onto the water and remind the waiting boats that even the heaviest clouds make room for hope.
November 20, 2025 at 7:26 AM
The sky opens up like a quiet confession, allowing a beam of light to fall onto the water and remind the waiting boats that even the heaviest clouds make room for hope.
Whenever authority attempts to silence dissent, it exposes its fundamental fear: a knowledgeable and mobilized citizenry.
November 20, 2025 at 7:18 AM
Whenever authority attempts to silence dissent, it exposes its fundamental fear: a knowledgeable and mobilized citizenry.
The horizon burns softly in the cradle of the time, as if the day is whispering its last secret to the city before sinking into silence.
November 19, 2025 at 5:28 AM
The horizon burns softly in the cradle of the time, as if the day is whispering its last secret to the city before sinking into silence.
The death of civil society doesn't begin with handcuffs; it begins with a whisper campaign that turns truth-tellers into suspects.
November 19, 2025 at 4:57 AM
The death of civil society doesn't begin with handcuffs; it begins with a whisper campaign that turns truth-tellers into suspects.
The sun quietly promises to illuminate the city, its gentle glow turning every window into a trembling hymn of light.
November 18, 2025 at 6:51 AM
The sun quietly promises to illuminate the city, its gentle glow turning every window into a trembling hymn of light.