The Weight of Witnessing: A Note from October 2023

In October 2023, as I sit quietly scrolling through the latest updates from Palestine, I feel gutted. Not in the metaphorical sense. I mean gutted—like someone reached into my chest and twisted the softest part of me until it burned. There’s a heaviness that no amount of logic or distraction can numb. The kind of ache that builds as the news keeps…

In October 2023, as I sit quietly scrolling through the latest updates from Palestine, I feel gutted. Not in the metaphorical sense. I mean gutted—like someone reached into my chest and twisted the s…

Turning 30 (2022)

Akhirnya, kembali ke masa untuk meromantisasi hal-hal sepele dalam hidup. Berusia genap 30 bulan inin dan saat ini sedang menikmati detik-detik akhir usia 20an yang selalu terdengar indah dan penuh g…

The First Wrinkle, the First Silence

Written quietly during my COVID isolation, just months before turning 30. A wrinkle, a perfume, and the quietest kind of turning point. It was just the other day—last week, I think—when I checked mys…