Journal

Every post, in order of pulse.

Newest first. Short reads — one moment each, written before the day moves on without me.

Main article · 12 November 2025

The Block That Held Its Breath

Sirens from somewhere I could not see. The block going still. A memory that stays at the edge of hearing.

Steam, condensed milk, the uncle who knows my order. The day starts on that beat.

Canal path instead of the direct route. Water, wings, time stretching without asking permission.

A held door. No words. The platform tempo shifting by a fraction.

Plastic chair. Breeze through the pillars. The light dropping in slow increments.

Last bunch of kangkong. Disproportionate satisfaction. A good beat to end the week.