Jakarta. My birthplace, my hometown, my restless resplendent city brimming over with insomniac energy, a thrumming infectious liveliness I carry in my veins. Miniscule we are in the monolithic scheme of things, my suburban neighborhood a microcosmic testament to the culture I grew up in. Here, I breathe, sleep, ache…

Oftentimes, I hear that the universe is infinitely expanding, space unfurling in a steady chronology where stars explode into vicious existence and simultaneously bow out in an iridescent splash of synchronous detonations. …

Still Walking (2008) is a Japanese film directed by Hirokazu Kore-eda, who is known for his realistic and poignant portrayals of human relationships. The film depicts one day in the life of the Yokoyama family, who gather every year to commemorate the death of their eldest son, Junpei, who drowned…

Ernest Hemingway said, “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken pieces.” It breaks everyone like angry men breaks old vinyl records, like cranky adolescents smash lego houses, like mad musicians play until their instruments crack, like frustrated women break flower pots on empty Saturdays. We…

In the dream, there is a house haunted by a ghost and a young girl that knows its name. I stand around a corner and watch as the clock strikes midnight. A handle turns, the bedroom door creaks open, and a faint song echoes down the hallway. I lean forward…

I write to remember The cool breath or night sending chills down my spine like the faint touch of fingertips on January nights, the first buds you notice, peeking out of the soil, like tiny secrets between you and mother earth. …

Chaos theory or how it is commonly known as, “The Butterfly Effect” is a theory that was first recognised by a French mathematician and engineer, named Henri Poincare and philosopher, Robert Weiner, a theory which later was further made known to the rest of the world through the endless, yet…

My mother often asks me, “where does your time go, between 10:30 pm to 5:30 am?” How do I tell her, that it’s spent in tears, in laughter, or in silence, all of them capable of being a twilight time zone without you realizing. Staring at a notecard sized screen…

You can be anything but not everything. I have told myself this many times that juggling should be left to the clowns that I should focus all my energy on one creative pursuit. That I should settle down, as if I am just a cloud floating in an infinite sky…