I just had an elephant dream. Did you know that most elephants are genetically modified for warfare? They’re genetically modified to fly. Not that they actually can’t fly, they’re just naturally too scared to fly. Their ears are naturally fit to fly, it’s just most of them are too afraid of flying. Another amazing use […]
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My brother lives over the ocean. The last time I’ve seen him in person was almost three years ago. He would appear and disappear on Skype, and on Facebook, and we would chat or just turn chat on while he practices his trumpet accompanying me being busy. I believe that one day I will see […]
Something hit and I had to take a distance from myself today. I saw so many jumbled emotions there, like if a firework had strings attached to each of its tiny explosions, each of its other ends tied to its source. It’s not that dramatic, but for the purpose of this entry it should be. […]
Our bodies are merely vehicles of the perpetuation of memories. Proteins cease with deaths and are reborn with birth. Eternal memories are then transferred to new neurons, forming new networks of old meanings, perpetuating ancient behaviours.
I woke up from a dream where the logic was, every time I would click on a YouTube link, my left neck would twitch. There was something fair and deserving about it, and so I just played along with it until the certain moment where my waking awareness caught on. I woke up and I […]
Like always, these ducks were marching past a pond. Their feet flapped, muddling. One stopped in front of me, flapped its wings, and said: Yaaay. Softly. I was sitting down looking at them, with some friends. The spectacle of a duck saying such a thing instead of its usual quack was extraordinary. So I thought […]
Installation view of the Great Wallpaper series. Photo courtesy of Cemeti Art House/Sari Handayani. When I returned, she was still drawing. On the wall. Why, I asked her. Because it is a wall, she said. But why, I asked again. Because a wall is a construct that stands between this space, where we are, […]
In my dreams, logic goes in reverse. Once, in there, I saw my ID card — which was slightly bigger than it was in un-dream (or, the waking world, to avoid using the word “reality”), therefore might be fake and, in fact, was confirmed as (in that dream) only a reproduction — slipped away from […]