life is indeed hard.

they hang their clothes anywhere the sun can dry it.

they live inside a humid cluster, where there's no sunshine can go through the holes.
they eat in communal area, since they have no dining room with a proper table.
they lay in the naked tiles, while hoping they can absorb its coldness and reduce the heat.
nevertheless, they live and keep alive.
they smile and laugh, everyday.
they offer us drink and greet us warmly.
they're human. only life doesn't greet them fairly.

- semper, jakarta, 2010

0 winds from friends and strangers:

a little wind

My photo
i bake my own bread for breakfast, i craft everything i could think of, i watch arsenal, i dream of alaska, and i befriend old cameras. my world rotates on september.



subscribe for my updates