what a sentence from a dead man did on a saturday morning originally posted on my substack page here on JUL 25, 2026 i used to say that i only get to have one week in a month to feel good. about myself, about my life, about my body. i was thinking if it’s the […]
I love to imagine how the train is standing still and the world around it is the one that’s moving. The sun has gone lower. The cumulonimbus visible behind the buildings is now grazed with thick orange that looks like the margin of a bonfire sight.
When I started working on The Last Harvest, the cloud in my head started getting thinner and a little bit of light started creeping in. It's not so dark nowadays. It’s not like the storm is brewing inside it anymore. So writing, as I knew before, and had to relearn the hard way, is the simple and cheap cure. It’s a tool. To get through commuting without breaking any windows. To get through the day without screaming good profanities to strangers on the side walk. To get through the week without feeling the pull to find the lake where all the poets went to die.
Have you ever felt a choke in your throat that can only be relieved by warm drops falling from the corner of your eyes? Or do you ever experience the big lump burning inside your chest but instead of hurting, it makes your whole body feel like in that strange, graceful trance nostalgia brings? When […]
The Grief of An Indonesian
I am a nobody. Not in the sense of not having a name or identity or existence, like the Face-less cult's No One in the Game of Thrones world. But, yes, I am a nobody. Still, with all of this nothingness, I'm entitled to have an overwhelming feeling—a compilation of anger, disappointment, hopelessness, sadness, and […]
The Tax of Getting By: What Does a Flawed World Demand of Us?
Aren't you all starting to feel it? This inexplicable weariness that resists all attempts at remedy, its origins stubbornly elusive. Is it a physical burden, or is it a weight carried solely within the confines of our minds? Those individuals who seem to effortlessly navigate a constant stream of social engagements, their energy reserves apparently boundless as they party, travel, and frequent public spaces – aren't they weary?
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