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  • phase eight; for now

    phase eight; for now

    “What kind of history do I want to write?” is a constant question I’ve asked since day zero of my graduate studies in the US, knowing that I would turn my intellectual gear from policy analysis to history. It’s an inquiry about method and form, about questions I want to answer, all the things about… Read more

  • phase seven; a call

    phase seven; a call

    Thursday morning in mid-December: a sudden call from a hospital. I was in my office, talking and having a casual discussion with Sofyan and Ridha about politics, dissertations, and everything else in-between. I didn’t pick up the call right away. I quickly sighed. The last time they called me, they moved an appointment (which I… Read more

  • dari meja pembaca

    dari meja pembaca

    Pada tanggal 22 April, di tengah rangkaian protes kemah mahasiswa di penjuru Amerika Serikat, majalah Parapraxis menerbitkan artikel “The Campus Does Not Exist: How campus war is made” oleh Samuel P. Catlin. Dalam tulisannya, Catlin memaparkan secara historis tentang bagaimana gagasan, imaji, dan fantasi tentang “kampus” terbentuk dan termediasi oleh media dan institusi akademik di… Read more

  • phase six; telltale

    phase six; telltale

    An artful life sojourned through a cliché: a young kid from an Old Town once tried to make staging theaters out of the world yet failed because their economy was just too cruel. Later, after two decades, a friend asked: “what would you do if you can?” “Maybe theater; a dying art in this country.… Read more

  • phase five; come on to

    phase five; come on to

    Weeks in-between spring and summer were bright; most times dull. I keep contracting my own deadline. I’m not hard on myself. I know I wanna do more things, but I’m just tired all the time. I already have half of a draft and whatever. Should I celebrate small things? I don’t wanna. I keep refusing… Read more

  • cerebellum

    cerebellum

    She fell hard from a higher place. It was an accident. With her younger brother and a childhood friend, she climbed over a big bed hanger and had fun pushing each other. And then she fell. Two stone planters broke. Dark reddish blood coloring pavements, all around the spread soils and her mother’s snake plants.… Read more