a metropolitan. an egg shell. a massive yard of concrete buildings. a night of stormy star lights. a misty morning of empty streets with burning inspiration.
many months after residing back to jakarta, i finally got the feeling. it is so refreshing to know that one could enjoy this city the way i absorb it now. despite its heavily polluted air, which i discontent so far, the capital indeed has something to open my mind. its people and the way life leads me to reality. this is the place where people going by with motorcycle, of where food stalls selling stirred food with oily pan, of where local dialect narrated from one mouth to another-from one mind to another-.
a place with a particular street, the tjikini street.
if i were asked what is the best thing to describe jakarta, i would say tjikini street.
a one way street, and good atmosphere to sum up all your feeling about jakarta. a little city within the city. it has its own citizen that run their own commercial activities. a place where you can spend one entire day with many purposes and gains only in one street. meeting up with friends, colleagues, strangers, enemies, and lovers. having yourself a contemplating coffee time or cheering up your past in reunion.
but most of all, an afternoon in a cafe, with good companion of coffee and people.
at this moment, one could ask whether the day would crawl as if forever is now and then.
