把爱渐渐放下会走更远
musings
HELLO +62
It’s been a fortnight. M spent the first week entertaining his friends from KL (we made a glorious day trip to dreamland), and we spent the second navigating the labyrinths of starting a business in +62. The bureaucracy does not make sense, work culture is fleeting and fluid/does not exist, and we ride for hours to accomplish the most minute tasks. Everyday I balance the anxiety of moving too slowly with the imprudence of spending too quickly, eclipsed by the guilt of wanting to be in the ocean every sunset. Yesterday, we bought a loft and I remember with gratitude that I am constantly embraced by the sweetness, the aggressive ripeness of summer.
LIKE APOCALYPSE BUT NOT QUITE
1.
God wanted to use the dry brush tonight.
2.
M pulls me, lazy and protesting, out of the room and onto the balcony. it is chilly and quiet in the Canggu night.
listen.
there is a faraway roaring in the air, like thunder but not quite, filling the black dome of stars around our village.
it is the sound of the ocean.
the sound of the ocean washed over my heart.
3.
i am creating another life. mysterious, spartan, but above all, new and better.