the night and the breeze were simply all we got. the routine building had jailed us over the week and we refused to have some more. the people were found, but we were all lost in the journey of not knowing what to find behind the walls. they were cold and it's not even because of the rain. so we slept the night out with the moving stars and clouds on top of our head. and the concrete we laid upon gave an awkward warmth that the walls never provide.
Monas. Jakarta, December 2008.
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