I'd sometimes wonder what kind of life this was. Which is not to say that I found it empty. I was - very simply - amazed. At the lack of demarcation between the days. At the fact that I was part of such a life, a life that had swallowed me up so completely. At the fact that my footprints were being blown away before I even had a chance to turn and look at them.

Sleep, The Elephant Vanishes by Haruki Murakami


One afternoon after lunch at work, I suddenly thought about a poem I heard long time ago in the language lab in my junior high school. Karawang-Bekasi, karya Chairil Anwar. I remembered the voice in the recording, I recalled the background music that reverberated in the silence of the chilling poem.
It seems so long ago, but I hardly can recall other memories with such clarity.

One day as I was waiting for the lift to bring me down and out of the office, my colleague came along and asked, " How are you?" It was 18:45 and it was not the first time we chatted that day.

Knock knock
Day in
Walk walk
Work work
Wait wait
Day out

Bye bye.

*Repeat*