PinnedOn the Luxury of Being UnseenYesterday, I asked a close friend, “If today might be the last day we’re being able to talk like this, what would you have said to me?”…Mar 8, 2022Mar 8, 2022
Embers and EchoesThe airport terminal hummed with a symphony of departure announcements and hurried footsteps I, nestled in a corner amidst the chaos, felt…Dec 19, 2023Dec 19, 2023
So Many What-ifs in “Past Lives”It’s been a while since I last posted anything here. This may be my first and last post for this year, so I’ll resume by reviewing a film I…Nov 23, 2023Nov 23, 2023
Self-psychoanalysis: Reading Oneself in Natalia GinzburgPerhaps it wasn’t wrong to say that Italian writer Natalia Ginzburg was a family person, coming from reading her novella Voices in the…Sep 12, 2022Sep 12, 2022
Panska and the Future of NationalitiesAmong unique authors that I recently discovered is Yōko Tawada. She writes her fiction in both Japanese and German. In her Translator Note…Jun 20, 2022Jun 20, 2022
Regarding the Archive of LongingsSusan Sontag once wrote, “My library is an archive of longings.” It wasn’t wrong to say that a library would represent a collection of…Jun 15, 2022Jun 15, 2022
Questioning the Banality of Evil, and the Evil of Banality“For the first time back then, I thought about everything seriously. The past and the future, both equally unknowable, and also this…Feb 13, 2022Feb 13, 2022
Searching for Jacob FrankHERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW. ИO USE TO MILK IS YOUR SORROWFeb 7, 2022Feb 7, 2022
Pangeran dalam KeretaAku melihat sosok itu lagi, di antara sesaknya jubelan manusia dalam gerbong kereta ini. Perjalananku dari rumah ke kantor selalu memakan…Jan 31, 2022Jan 31, 2022
