Berkay Doğan's workshop
No likes, no followers, no endless feed. Apps that take you off your phone and into a place, a moment.
What by means
by means standing beside something: a place, a moment.
by means living through something: a line, a frequency.
And by is a signature: written by. Everything that leaves this workshop carries a writer's signature.
Where?
hereby.
Leave the line on your mind at the place you pass. Only someone who comes to that place can read it. Poetry walks with lines from the books, time capsules, notes to self.
“No trace is counted or ranked.”
- 1Leave.On a ferry pier, on a staircase, by the sea: write what is on your mind. 280 characters at most.
- 2Walk.Traces stay locked on the map. No reading from afar: they open when you are about 300 metres away.
- 3Read, and leave one beside it.The quiet conversation of people who lived on the same corner in different years: "I was here too…"
When?
nowby.
What is playing on Türkiye's radio right now? Hundreds of frequencies on one screen, live. Charts built on real airplay counts, the world's radio, and a Frequency Fortune with lines from the books.
“It counts songs, not people.”
The same station, the same song on five devices.
Who?
writtenby.
A book written by a city. Every day, the same question for everyone; one line from where you stand. Only those who come to that place can read it. At year's end the lines become a printed book, and no line is printed without permission. First book: Istanbul 2027.
“Getting into the book isn't a prize, it's an editorial choice.”
- 1The question of the day.Every morning everyone gets the same question. You can also skip it and write a free line.
- 2One line.From where you are, up to 140 characters. Only one line a day; it can't be changed once written.
- 3A book at year's end.Berkay Doğan compiles the lines into a printed book. Those included are notified.
Four questions
For an app to leave this workshop, it has to answer "yes" to all four.
A real question.
Does it answer a question people actually ask themselves?
hereby.“What was I thinking here?”
nowby.“What's on the radio right now?”
It calls you outside.
Does it take you off your phone, to a place, a moment, a person?
hereby.A trace only opens when you walk there.
nowby.It takes your eyes off the screen and gives your ears to the city.
It turns no one into a number.
Can it live without likes, followers or an endless feed?
hereby.No trace is counted or ranked.
nowby.It counts songs, not people.
It carries words.
Is there a writer's voice inside it?
hereby.A line from the books at every stop.
nowby.A line from the books in the Frequency Fortune.
First words, then frequencies.
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