Coffee and Contemplation - 1

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  It was a pleasant evening, and I always order a Japanese iced filter whenever I spend time at this particular slow bar in Jakarta. As I sipped my 50k-something coffee, my mind began to contemplate the passage of time. Ten years ago, I only paid 18k for the same menu item, the same beans. I understand how inflation works, and I know that coffee crops depend heavily on nature to thrive. Yet, as I sat there, I realized how drastically prices have skyrocketed over the last decade—not just for coffee, but for everything. Even though my salary has increased fourfold in that time, I still feel as though my buying power has weakened. It wasn't just the price of the beans that bothered me; it was the realization that the cost of living is quietly eroding everything I’ve worked for. I won't go into the weeds of government mismanagement, but it reminded me of a scene in The Trial of the Chicago 7 , where Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s character asks Sacha Baron Cohen’s about his contempt for hi...
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lluvia #27

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Old conversation.

Dear sir, i miss you so much. Not in the way love involved. But, you knew this before, i couldnt find another you. A guy as witty as sweet as indifferent as you. A guy with answer for each of my questions.

I told you before, we're compatible. Not in romantic way. But in the way your thought fill me and mine fill yours. We had talked a lot. Since the dawn to the dawn. Though i miss you every since. Im lost now.

Sir, im not in love. Nor im in rage with somebody. I just live. No drama added. Those old conversations, how i make my thumbs numb typed my emotions to you. Sir, how's life of yours?

My life plain like my favorite yogurt. A little bit sour, but it's plain. Sir, i dont feel like living. And i know, you already stop looking at me. Finally we lost contact.

Bizzare i dont feel pain. I dont feel anything. Im numb. Despite in missing you.

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