A clear water stream outside Plaza Senayan parking basement, running below 5 stories high of bougainvilleas and carry with it the fallen petals.
Someone’s private chauffeur listening to French Bossa Nova in the basement near the trees and the sprinklers.
The way my black midi skirt flows when going up the MRT elevator.
The oxytocin and endorphin high and sense of drunkenness from hugging so much. An act of vengeance for being emotionally distant with the family from an early age.
Sylvia Plath describing rutabaga as “Miraculous Storybook Vegetable”.
Sylvia Plath pouring out my views on spirituality through the experience of pregnant Esther going to church, describing prayers with “only the way I want them to”. While also serving on the table the reality of motherhood and religious obligations.
a man with a Moslem wife, tweeting about how he is holding his sexual desire for a month because his wife is fasting (and he doesn’t because he’s not a Moslem). Encouraging men who deal with the same situation to do the same while joking “Pendita Ratu tak mau keramas malam malam, begitulah intinya”.
Finding ways to make a sad digital video even more sad, so that I can find a more inspiring job. Feeling a little bit confident because sadness is my natural habitat, but the video is already really good.
