Elif Shafak. 10 minutes 38 seconds in this strange world (№ 410588)

Istanbul is a fluid city. It's not forever. And nothing is immutable. Probably, it began thousands of years ago, when the ice melted, the sea level rose, flood waters flooded and all known forms of life were destroyed. Probably, the pessimists were the first to escape from here, and the optimists, apparently, decided to stay and see how things would go. Nalan believed that one of the enduring tragedies of human history is that pessimists survive better than optimists, and this, if you think logically, means that humanity carries the genes of those who do not believe in the human race.
Flooding, the waters pressed from all sides, they drowned everything in their path - animals, plants, people. So there was the Black Sea, and the Golden Horn, and the Bosphorus, and the Sea of Marmara. The bay is all around, the waters have created a piece of land on which one day a powerful city grew.
And it still hasn't frozen, their homeland. Closing her eyes, Nalan heard the excitement of the waters under her feet. They rush, whirl, look for something.
Still changing.