Smile…! by Ismawan Ismail
This picture was taken quite a long time ago, when both my daughters were still 7 & 5 years old. It was in the morning after the Eidul Fitri prayer, and I asked them to pose for a shot that later to be sent to their grandmas. Both of them are…
The Weight of Stillness
The smell of cold stone and old incense clings to the back of my throat, a dry, powdery scent that tastes like history. I remember sitting on floors just like this, where the ground is hard enough to press the shape of the earth into your shins.…
The Weight of the Day
In the physics of our daily lives, we often forget that light is not merely an illumination; it is a traveler. It journeys across vast, silent distances, carrying the history of the stars before it finally settles upon the surface of a river…