“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
I know that Denpasar is an urban city which surely comes with creative spaces, but in my clouded touristy mind, I thought those spaces are hubs for traditional arts – the barong dancers, the painters, the carvers. It wasn’t until a friend invited Twosocks and… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 