-Fauzan It was another sunny Sunday when I found myself at the driving range. I wasn’t there to play, just watching some old friends swinging their secondhand golf clubs, trying to enjoy the vitamin-D-rich part of the day. There’s been a rising number of people from my generation
-Fauzan How "disruption" hijacked the city, and sold us the same apartment twice. I’m writing this from an Airbnb unit, ironically, hovering somewhere above South Jakarta’s patches of underdeveloped, overvalued lands. Below, the lobby is a revolving door: a couple dragging matching suitcases, a family juggling
Thoughts
-Fauzan How Jakarta’s building setbacks became the invisible blueprint for urban exclusion, and why the streets feel dead because of it. I used to wonder why some streets in Jakarta felt alive, and others felt dead. Blok M felt like it belonged to the people. It was messy, walkable,
