Semuanya seperti hujan yang menitik tepat di atas puncak kepalaku.

Everything happens for a reason.

Tidak ada angka-angka pada kalender yang tergantung di dinding.
Hari-hari berlalu bukan dalam potongan-potongan waktu. Tanggal-tanggal penting terlupakan.

Hari ini berlangsung selamanya, seumur hidup, hari yang panjang, hari yang berlangsung selamanya.

*dedicated to those who share the Nov 5th memories

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hanny

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I haven't been writing a lot these past two years. I haven't been sharing a lot as well. I didn't have the mental capacity to do so. Moving to Amsterdam during the pandemic—with lockdowns and curfews, far from friends and families, didn't sit well with me. I was sad most of the time. Angry, other times.
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Hi. I'm HANNY
I am an Indonesian writer/artist/illustrator and stationery web shop owner (Cafe Analog) based in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. I love facilitating writing/creative workshops and retreats, especially when they are tied to self-exploration and self-expression. In Indonesian, 'beradadisini' means being here. So, here I am, documenting life—one word at a time.

hanny

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