“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like… Read More
“We need your help to start our second book,” I said when the microphone arrived in my hands. “Twosocks and I only know that we want to write about Jakarta, but we don’t know where to begin or what would be the most interesting angle.… Read More
The last day of 2014 began slowly, with homemade cold brew latte in handmade ceramic mugs sipped while watching the grey clouds float, and then all at once, with a song and a dance. Twosocks told me that he has found it, the song that… Read More
Seekor anjing hitam berlari mendekati kami. Moncongnya tertunduk hingga sedikit di atas pasir pantai yang menguning. Totol-totol putih terlihat di tempat-tempat yang tidak menunjang estetika. Anjing kampung biasa dengan leher telanjang. Saya waspada, menjaga kemungkinan ia datang untuk cari gara-gara. Pada jarak beberapa meter, si… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 