“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
Tepat satu minggu yang lalu, saya berlari pulang dan menerobos pintu apartemen dengan gegap gempita. Begitu pintu dibuka, Twosocks menyambut dengan berlari kecil dari pintu kamar bersama sebuah buku bersampul biru di tangannya. Dia acungkan buku tersebut ke wajah saya. Kami bertatapan, membelalak, lalu berteriak… Read More
We woke up to a 2014 filled with misty gray sky. At six in the morning, echoes of fireworks and trumpets from the night before had been cooled down by the steady drizzle of cool the new year rain. A few days ago Twosocks and… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 