Rubiru

  • Aceh and Past’s Disquiet

    I nearly died twice when I had my diving trip in Sabang, Aceh. Firstly, I got dragged by the current that I left all of my dive buddies. Secondly, my main regulator was broken that I was almost out of my breath, it was just in time that I remembered that I could use my…

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  • Lucid Dream

    What would you call a state of awe and disbelief from living in a dream that is too vivid? For me, to experience a manifestation of a dream feels like having a long mild delirium. This series of photos captures my first abroad destination, Phuket. Using an analog camera my late father left, I was…

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  • Violet High

    Put men in pink to shameBecause pink is the color of femininityLike it is less than masculinity Put women in violet to shameBecause violet is the color of widowsLike they’re less without men Not my motherShe put violet on herLike an honorProving feminine is power — Barks on her,“Oh, how will she survive raising two…

  • Counting

    18, 19, 20You start countingNot realizingThe world is burning 18, 19, 20You’re constantly ragingFeel everything’s opposingAs nobody’s understanding 18, 19, 20You go for rebellingSociety’s pressuringWhat’s good about conforming 18, 19, 20You choose isolatingThe crowd is maddeningThey’re always buzzing 18, 19, 20You’re much questioningSimultaneously denyingYour body’s confusing 18, 19, 20You begin desiringBut fear of lovingYou think…

  • Playlists for Everyday Life

    I don’t know exactly when did I get the habit of creating playlists. I just love doing it that I already created 35 of them on my Spotify. My love for music started when my father gave me a USB stick MP3 player when I was in elementary school. Back then I didn’t know what…

  • Silence is The Language of The Ghosts (Hush)

    I no longer know what silence is As I have this condition called tinnitus It makes my ears ringing when it’s quiet But I know silence is the language of the ghosts Ghosts apparate in many shapes Like the one, I met beside my bed (is a child) He told me what silence is like…

  • Reflections on Reading

    Raised by a working mother, during my childhood, I was often taken to her office. She is an English teacher. While she was teaching, she would let me ‘play’ in her school library. I wasn’t the kind of kid who liked to run around and being hyperactive. In the library, I found myself busy traversing…

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