Lorem Ipsum

"But I must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account of the system, and expound the actual teachings of the great explorer of the truth, the master-builder of human happiness. No one rejects, dislikes, or avoids pleasure itself, because it is pleasure, but because those who do not know how to pursue pleasure rationally encounter consequences that are extremely painful. Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?"

Lupa

Ketika memindahkan buku-bukuku ke gudang di bagian belakang rumah Nenek, aku seketika teringat gudang milik Jose Arcadio Buendia dalam Seratus Tahun Kesunyian. Jose Arcadio yang pendiam menghabiskan seluruh waktunya di dalam kamar di bagian belakang rumah keluarga Buendia untuk menguraikan logam atau mengukur jarak cahaya. Seluruh sisa hidupnya dihabiskan dengan berhalusinasi melihat hantu musuh lamanya atau bicara dengan dirinya sendiri, sambil duduk diam di bawah pohon di halaman belakang rumahnya. Kelak setelah ia mati, kamar itu digunakan oleh keturunan-keturunannya untuk membuat perhiasan berbentuk ikan dari emas, menguraikan berbagai zat-zat kimia, hingga menggambar peta perjalanan menuju dunia baru. Kamar itu menumbuhkan berbagai gagasan dan nyali yang membuat orang lupa bicara dan lupa yang mana yang nyata.

Apa rasanya lupa bicara?

Dancing Barefoot

The plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
The mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
Grave visitations
What is it that calls to us?
Why must we pray screaming?
Why must not death be redefined?
We shut our eyes, we stretch out our arms
And whirl on a pane of glass
An asphyxiation, a fix on anything
The line of life, the limb of a tree
The hands of he
and the promise that she is blessed among women