a story shack

Di gubuk ini kutemukan seribu cerita, kadang tersusun dari seribu derita manusia yang terhimpun dari seribu berita. Duduk merenung, ditemani secangkir kopi hitam kental, di kala senja, sehabis maghrib, kadang tengah malam hingga pagi buta. Sebaris judul, sederet pemikiran liar, segumpal masalah, beberapa hikmah, lalu kutuang setelah matang ke dalam sebuah tulisan.

In this hut I found a thousand stories, sometimes composed of a thousand human suffering collected from a thousand news. Sitting pensive, accompanied by a cup of thick black coffee, in the evening, after maghrib, sometimes midnight until the early morning. A line of titles, a row of wild thoughts, a lump of trouble, some wisdom, then poured into magazine.