I had never noticed myself as an actual loner until I was in college. I had lunch by myself, organized trips to classes on my own, finished my essays in my bedroom. My best friend has always been one, or two, or three. But I rarely, so rarely ever feel alone. I was one of those… Continue reading The kind of creative loneliness. And, daydreaming
If the city is a language spoken by walkers, then a post pedestrian city not only has fallen silent but risks becoming a dead language. Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust Should we walk? Ask no one in Jakarta, ever. The answer will be replied with a gasp, a jolt, a furious face, a standing applause of some… Continue reading Should we walk?
In Wanderlust, a book solely explores the experience and the ideas of walking, Rebecca Solnit wrote a single line of narration at the bottom of the page that goes horizontally across all pages towards the end. Unable to skim, one needs to walk with the line, one page at a time, one step at a… Continue reading Writing is walking
#Tanah&Air Our generation has largely forgotten that we used to grow around 7,000 different types of rice. White rice doesn't just dominate our plates, but it also dominates our minds and fosters the belief that this is the common thread over Indonesia's proudly standing 17,000 islands. But upon a closer look, we know there's nothing… Continue reading 17,000 Islands 7,000 Rice
#Tanah&Air Visit any hip (or hipster) spots in your town and you'll likely to eavesdrop on a young Indonesian mixing Indonesian and English in a sentence. Many people do it so casually, effortlessly, and fluently, often times switching Indonesian and English back and forth without thinking, giving some people a bugging question what’s behind this… Continue reading Whatever happen to formal Indonesian language?
#Tanah&Air As I'm writing this, we are (or were) just 2 days after the Independence Day. On Facebook, for what seemingly miles of newsfeed sit various amount of videos reminding us of our diversity, the abundance of talents and natural resources, and the dizzying variance of people, skin color, cultures, and religions, and a message… Continue reading Why are we so close yet so far?
#Tanah&Air My whole confidence, courage and passion collapse upon learning that Burung Garuda was just...a myth. What could be worse than figuring out that this majestic national symbol is a mere drawing and name on a stone, done hundreds of years ago? Not to mention that plenty of Indonesians weren't Hindus and Buddhists who might… Continue reading Why Burung Garuda as National Symbol?