the only time i could ever feel lonely in an overcrowded room.
A bit like the needle of a thread.
In and out he goes.
Hanya dua gelas kopi yang menjadi saksi.
Going down that lane was like walking through a cold winter’s day with the scarf wrapped a little too tight around my neck.
I sometimes look back at those memories as if I were on a cable car, the ones in Canada above the snow-topped mountains. I could never really be sure of what to make of it. I could only sit down and indifferently observe.
Take someone’s ears or nose and you’ve an assistant for your surroundings, but replace your eyes with another’s and you’ve reaped the soul that wasn’t yours.