there were several scenes and each was pretty intense. however, just like what happened with my previous dreams these past few months, i can’t remember them clearly. i can only say that i was in a kitchen – familiar to me in the dream but not in real life – looking at different utensils on the countertop. i then found a stainless bread canister, in it a medium-sized french bread sliced into two. one slice was generously sprinkled with chocolate and the other was coated with cheese spread.
in another scene, i saw my niece. she was a few years older than she really is now. dressed in black and wearing a black feathered head piece, she walked into the living room. she was a blooming teenager and carried an air of indifference. much like how i had been, i guess.
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Gratiagusti Chananya Rompas was born in Jakarta, 19 August 1979. She studied English Literature in Universitas Indonesia, Depok (2003) and received her masters in The Gothic Imagination from University of Stirling, Scotland (2005).
She is one of the founders of Komunitas BungaMatahari, a mailing list-based Indonesian poetry community that have embraced many poetry enthusiasts with its catchphrase “semua bisa berpuisi” or, roughly translated, “poetry for all”. She is also involved in Selatan, a literary journal, and Paviliun Puisi, a monthly open mic event--both managed by her and her like-minded friends.
She currently resides in Jakarta, trying to find balance between writing and day-to-day living.
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