kaos kutang fields of nephilim-mu membuatku merasa renda saja selendang emasmu dari cikini raya hingga senayan hiraukan mantra dan jampi di answering machine-mu tempa rubahku dalam serentetatan tinta hitam kau, dewaku berbuntut tikus
perhaps you don’t remember the bowl of hot javanese noodles we shared under a jati tree. wet with rain. neither do i.
*aeons ago i joined the Asia Blogging Network when they promised me free space on their ‘My City Blogging Channel’ to write whatever i wanted about jakarta. whatever ! my city ! ha ! the followings are writings i did for them that they subsequently unilaterally without any prior or after the fact notification tookContinue reading “Their City Jakarta*”