by admin | Aug 20, 2025 | English
[…]The hotel room felt too small, too dark and too constricting for me. I walked outside, up to the river Brantas.What scenery! Mountains, hills, a huge wide river!I walked along its banks and, in front of the house where my sister-in-law had lived during the...
by admin | Aug 20, 2025 | English
on september thirty a letter to my granddaughter setia1september thirtypeople still talkpeople still askas if just a storyabout horror and tragedywhat and whatwho and whowhy and whyin this not knowingeveryone talks, still fighting the truthhistory and stories become...
by admin | Aug 20, 2025 | English
What is September?The end of time, ceasing on the thirtiethRotten plans meeting the goodNot speaking, not knowing one anotherWorld police observe and prepare themselvesPoliticians prowl, between hope and fearHigh-ranking army officials scurry, their faces ready to...
by admin | Aug 20, 2025 | English
Another year has passed, and here I am, yet a year further from 1965. The further away I am from 1998 and all those years of losses. The further from the reason I am here, but never further away from the truth.I wish my grandmother hadn’t passed away in 2009. I would...
by admin | Aug 20, 2025 | English
Sarah Intan is the daughter of my Aunt Niniek. When I was preparing for the exhibition Stories Left Untold in 2015, Sarah agreed for her photograph to be included in the exhibition.That day, I went to my Aunt’s house to interview her. Then I went with Dayu to take his...