Monthly Archives: November 2014

Car Trip

“Don’t change the radio.” “I won’t” “I said don’t do it.” “I’m just going to find something good.” “That song was good.” “That song was trite derivative bullshit.” “Oh so you’re a song expert now?” “You don’t have to be … Continue reading

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Breakfasts

The house wife wakes up, pretties herself, then cooks breakfast for her husband. It is a two-story house. The rooms are on the second-story. The smell of the food cooking wafts onto the rooms on the second floor. The husband … Continue reading

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Mental-Physical Space

The room was a machine that measured my condition: how much of me remained, how much of me was no longer there. I was both perpetrator and witness, both actor and audience in a theater of one. I could follow … Continue reading

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Bookbinding Efforts

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Weird Dream 15 Nov 2014

My folks and I were travelling some place and we stopped by a sari-sari store to get something to drink. Just then I noticed this massive mountain-eclipsing wave. It reminded me of that traditional Japanese print called “The Great Wave … Continue reading

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Butterflies

I was at my aunt’s house. My parents left me there because they had to look after grandmother. “Grandmother is very sick,” they said. They had to be at her side at the hospital. I argued I could look after … Continue reading

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The Ghost of Communism in Indonesia

I sit on the floor of the bamboo veranda of the small hut facing the ricefields. I hear a young female voice weeping in the middle of the flat, vast and moonlit waters collected by the paddies. Communists are materialists. … Continue reading

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