Kartu-kartu nama itu ia tumpahkan di meja lipat di depan bangku kereta. Perlahan si ibu tua memilah dan mengelompokkannya; kartu potongan harga, kartu anggota toko kelontong, kartu anggota klab senam, kartu nama orang-orang, kartu nama tukang ledeng, toko perkakas, dan entah. Ada kartu dengan gambar… Read More
What happens after a bookshop closed it door for the last time? Were there eulogies and marches, or did it disappear without a sound? Are they well remembered, are they loved? Did they matter at all? * On the first week of October 2015, I… Read More
Saya bertemu Barbara Hagan di kedai kopi di dekat salah satu sisi kanal yang mengelilingi pusat kota Chiang Mai. Usianya 67 tahun, wajahnya pucat keriput, dan beberapa kali ia mengeluh pinggangnya sakit. Sudah sebulan lebih dia meninggalkan rumahnya di Selandia Baru untuk jalan-jalan sendirian keliling… Read More
I am drawn to street art, enough to actually take a walk under the bridges and tunnels of Jakarta for a slow, close look at them a few years ago. I understand the resistance, the public discourse, the activism that is channeled through street art,… Read More
