September 8, 2020
The Weight of a Voice
We carry our own private worlds in our pockets. A thin wire, a signal, a voice from somewhere else. It is a...
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Reflections
September 7, 2020
The Weight of the Morning
I met a woman named Ibu Sari in a small alleyway in Yogyakarta. She was folding banana leaves with hands that looked...
September 7, 2020
The Rhythm of Transit
I keep a small, rusted skeleton key in a velvet pouch, though I have long since forgotten which door it once opened....