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Being Ghosted

Maybe in around august 1 st , I matched someone from Bumble whose i thought I could talke with in the same frequency. He loves anime and I do, too. He seems like nice guy, a good one. The next morning, there was no more conversation in few days. I guess he didn’t interest in me, because I do the same when I don’t feel like continue talking to my matches on bumble. So, I unmatched him in disappointment. The next morning, he DM me on IG. Actually, I was happy when he started, and I felt like there was kind of intention to continue chitchat. He asked, why do I unmatched him, and I told him my reason. At that time, he explained that he was busy, working on project in a village where the signal was not good. We continue talking, until then, we talked about MBTI. He asked me his type and the last words I remember said to him was that INFPs are mostly soft hearted person. He didn’t reply until then, but view my story. Few days passed, and he still didn’t response my last chat. Oke, well, he ...
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Jeda

 Pagi ini aku turun dari kereta api, dari Stasiun Bojonegoro ke Stasiun di Pasar Turi. Di luar kaca jendela, langit mendung dan kemudian rintik. Seketika tanganku merinding. Februari tahun 2024, hampir 2 tahun yang lalu, aku menaiki kereta dari Bojonegoro ke Surabaya dengan keadaan yang sama. Seseorang menungguku di dekat titik Grab sembari duduk. Kami nekat berkendara mencari seporsi mie ayam yang direkomendasikannya, lumayan jauh dari stasiun. Orang itu membawakanku helm dan di motornya hanya ada 1 jas hujan. Dia berulang kali menawarkan jas hujan itu untuk kupakai, sementara ia memakai jaket anti-air. Kenangan itu beberapa saat menyesakkan. Membuatku seperti ingin menangis, tapi ada banyak orang yg turun di Stasiun Pasar Turi. Di atas motor, tangis yang sedari tadi kutahan akhirnya pecah. Bukan tangis yg histeris, bukan juga yg dramatis. Aku hanya meneteskan beberapa kali air mata. Memang masih ada yg tersisa, tapi barangkali tak banyak. Tapi aku menyadari bahwa perasaan itu mas...
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Changes

Yesterday, when i wrote on my IG story about 'Drowning in Information', my senior replied my story to ask me, "since when writing can be afforded by publics? our anchestors passed information by telling stories and tales. So did about knowledge." His point is questioning about writing culture that actually he thinks doesn't suits our culture. Well, i said that i had no information if back then we didn't move to writing culture. I told him that old tradition when people passed information directly, by telling stories and tales, had positive and negative effects. The negative side was that information and knowledge were depends on human, means when the body dies, the ideas in their head followed. It stopped. So, the limitation is about time and place. Only people around the master could listen to their stories and tales. Yes, the positive side was we didn't need to question about information validity. No need to check other source of information (may be stil...
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