I’ve always liked this little place, the smell of fresh coffee mixed with cigarette smokes, the music in the background, and subtle conversations by the baristas.  I’m an only guest at the moment.

A sanctuary, as I like to call it, in the middle of Jakarta, a jungle where deadlines meet traffic, where everyone is a whore to some extent, where every soul is a hungry beast yet a lost child.

And yes, this is where I hide everytime Jakarta seems to be too ignorant and malicious for a clueless girl like me.

-Anonymous-