“T R A V E L with me, because I remember getting here. 8 hours on a train across Java gave me moving snapshots of intimate views, a peephole on tracks. I was welcomed into the exposed living rooms on rubble and the train swept landscapes running parallel to our journey.

The train moved out of Jakarta slowly, making the window almost rotate around every person I noticed. There was a bridge and underneath a sandy house billowing in our speed; there sat a father and son on a bench, their heads flickering and eyes shimmering towards the moving carriages. I will never forget its brilliant simplicity and the rush of it’s stillness. There was a man sitting under a shallow tree, the shadows from its giant leaves looked like smoke upon his face and the parts that weren’t sheltered were gold. There was a surprise mountain quietly introducing itself to James who stunned himself with the knowing that it was the first time of many mountains to come. There was that fast breeze upon the long shiny grass, lifting the rice field and ruffling the earths’ feathers. There was that slow turn into the great alcove between hills which held water, politely pouring into land.

There was a time I moved fast but kept still.These memories I keep, still move me there.”