Things outside me

An exercise in narcissism with a distinct lack of self-awareness. By me (unless stated otherwise).

About all things. Everything, anything and nothing. In no particular order. Amid particular disorder.

Disparate worlds

And some more things about Jakarta:

The difference between the rich and the poor is palpable. Completely different worlds coexist (or struggle) within the one tangled city –- different economies, different temperatures.

When the rich are rich they are obscenely so. They make their way from large houses to shiny mega-malls in chauffeured SUVs, air-conditioned, cool, barely needing to step outside into the sweat.

Some people hide from Jakarta. Estates complete with apartments, malls, restaurants, gyms and offices are bursting about. They are cities contained within a sprawling city simply too big to handle.

It costs the same to buy a cup of coffee inside a mall as it does to buy approximately two meals and two iced teas from a street vendor outside.

They are two neighboring worlds –- the inside and the outside.

This is the second part of “Collecting words in a complicated city” originally published in gang re:Publik (2008).

— 2 years ago
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