Just as a painter can’t become one without immersing himself to great works of art, a writer cannot succeed without making reading his religion
We are Southeast Asians, the metaphorical durians, the king of all fruits, each a king of its own kingdom
If there is one thing that journalists are scared of: it is the fear of the letter I
Impromptu is waking up to the strangeness of life and write about it in 10 paragraphs or more
Indonesiasi is the result of living in Indonesia for more than a year
Like distinguishing one variety of Durian to another, to know another Southeast Asian’s nationality is by looking inside, not through his looks, and definitely through the colour of his skin
How funny that to be able to cure a recurring nostalgia it would mean to run into the White Master’s kitchen. His door is open 24 hours. Tonight I drove into one of his branches.