Mamma mia

Men dressed in black clogged the boarding gate. There was one woman among them. She was wearing a hijab and sunglasses indoors. They all had matching backpacks with a patch of the Indonesian flag. I like boarding the plane first. I can put my bag in the cabin directly above my head.  I keep reading … Continue reading Mamma mia

A man called Alice

"I'm bored." For a second, I wasn't present. I used to admire pictures of Gwangan when I was applying for EPIK. The illuminated bridge was not just the background of my laptop but a metaphor. Bridging my life to something more interesting, adventurous. Now I was there, chainsmoking, trying to forget the set I just … Continue reading A man called Alice