The Idle Peasant's Journal

an ideal idle idea for a peasant.

[matiasaditya]

A Galaxy of Greater Kinds

Moonlight in your eyes. Illuminated dead stars. I knew, a galaxy was there. A galaxy of greater kinds, is there.

Universe in your lap. A maze of unending secrecy. I wonder, what ever does it take to unravel its entire riddle?

I wanna be a Skywalker, clinging on your dark nebula. I wanna be the spaceman, lost in the vast array of your gloom.

I wanna be a camper, sitting around your lone pyre. I wanna be a wanderer, so that I can stay a while, in you.

Bekasi, 6 September 2015.

[matiasaditya]

You are the Romeo, and I'm just a poorly-casted cameo.

[matiasaditya]

Percakapan di Rumpun Bambu.

Suara angin sahut-menyahut di kejauhan. Rindang dan menenangkan, namun membawa rindu. "Rindu datang sewaktu-waktu!" begitu ujar mereka. Iya, rindu datang tanpa peluk dan cium mesra. Dingin dan lembab, seperti pasangan yang tidak pernah bergurau dengan waktu. Langkah kaki itu terdengar mendekat. Perlahan, gerakan yang sunyi. Ia mengawasi, dan aku yakin engkau juga tahu itu. Tapi ia tetap datang, bahkan ketika engkau tidak menginginkannya. Ia menginginkanmu! Tenggelam dalam rayuan masa lalu, kemudian meninggalkanmu layu di sisa hari. Aku tahu engkau tidak akan mati karenanya. Aku tahu itu akan menyiksa. 

[matiasaditya]

A Flock of Memories.

Pagi ini aku terbangun dengan sedikit ingatan mengenai malam yang baru saja berakhir. Sedikit. Namun membuatku terjaga lebih cepat. Aku terbangun dengan ingatan akan hari-hari di akhir tahun 1990-an. Aku masih bocah ketika itu. Tapi entah kenapa beberapa ingatan kerap datang dan menyapaku, akhir-akhir ini; membuatku termenung di sisa hari.

Aku ingat, televisi masih dipenuhi oleh biduan yang kini sudah beranjak pudar.

Aku ingat, musik dengan bunyi-bunyian ciri dekade itu.

Aku ingat, tawa dan riuh teman-teman ketika esok libur.

Aku ingat, betapa aku ingin segera beranjak dewasa. 

Aku ingat, hari-hari tampak lebih cerah.

Ah, tidakkah ingatan selalu terasa lebih manis? Pahit ketika bergulir, namun manis ketika diam dan datang.

Ia akan pergi, tapi ia akan berputar dan menukik untuk kembali.

[matiasaditya]

Life is as Simple as You and Me.

Life is as simple as you and me, embracing the sun between our tiny little hands by the sea. Strangers shall pass by, though, and streams will flow. But life is as simple as you and me.

I love it when God plays a little trick upon us. Waves his magic hands to cycle: the bright, blue, friendly sky into the sky of Wales.

 As long as our hands are together, life is just as simple as that.

Life is as simple as you and me.

[matiasaditya]

Pembicaraan suatu sore di depan toko musik ternama. Saya sedang buru-buru. Ingat, saya sedang buru-buru.

Tukang Parkir (T): Mas, di sini ini toko senang, Mas.

Saya (S): Lha? Kok bisa, Mas? *siap-siap nge-gas motor*

T: Soalnya senang harganya mahal, Mas ...

S: ... *nge-gas motor*

[matiasaditya]

Sky.

I have been staring at the same blue sky for twenty years now. It's nothing, but I like it. Feels me hollow.

[matiasaditya]

Change.

Do we change? --- If not, then why don't we? --- If yes, then why do we? Perhaps we do change while others don't. Or perhaps we don't change while others do. Or perhaps, we do change while others do change.

[matiasaditya]

Pembicaraan suatu petang di kantor.

A (Aku): *jalan menuju pintu keluar*

B (Bos): Matias, mau kemana kamu?

A: Pulang bos, kan sekarang udah jam ...

B: Jam segini kok pulang.

A: *gemeteran*

B: Sini dulu.

A: Iya pak ... *gemeteran*

B: ...

A: Ada apa ya, Pak? *gemeteran*

B: Sini temenin saya main CS dulu.

A: ...

*kemudian bedhil-bedhilan*

[matiasaditya]

What's more important than a start itself is that it is a start itself.

[matiasaditya]

The Riverman.

When the night falls, remember that i’ll be in your watch. For life is a candy stall, sweet and thick like a butterscotch.

And the wise owl won’t greet you good bye. He’ll sing you a lullaby, to your slumber. Deep slumber when the night falls. Tucking you in, to your nicest sleep. The most sincere than ever was.

Then you will see me there, around the hazy grasslands outside the woods. I’ll greet you, with my cordial smile. But I wouldn’t let you pass through.

Instead, I’ll take you to The Riverman. For he will take you across The Styx. 

There, you shall find peace. Devoted peace like you could never imagine.

  I promise, it will not be painful. Not as horrifying as The Reaper’s Lament.

    To D.

For peace you had trampled beneath your walk.

[megastratan]

Manusia tak pernah berhenti mengkotak-kotakkan bumi yang bulat.

(via megastratan)

[matiasaditya]

And all men kill the thing they love, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!

Oscar Wilde from In Reading Gaol by Reading Town

[theimpossiblecool]

Moz. 

[matiasaditya]

yep it is mightier.

[matiasaditya]

Me and AM.

It was like last week since I finally seized The Holy Grail. What holy grail, a small bloody hell-ish rare item; the one with angelic looks and yearned by noble knights across the ocean? Yeah that might be, since owning that stuff can become a great addition to my home decoration, PLUS costs me heat on my ass. Nay. What I meant was this. Arctic Monkeys. AM. You know what it is. The best album of 2013, along wih Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories. It was stressing indeed, to find the item in my area; you know being in the third world country sucks when dealing with popular culture. Fortunately, thank goodness, the album was on DiscTarra. The moment I saw it for the first time in foreign pop artist rack (yeah they putted it in the pop section), I thought I was in heaven. I thought I have just seized The Holy Grail like Sir Percival, or the joy of John the baptist knowing that The Mesiah was born. It was as simple as that, as happy as that, though. I remembered how I rushed to the elevator only to find an ATM stall on the ground floor only to get the money (foolish me, I did not recall the use of a debt card). Then I rushed back up, hurrying as hell so that I can unwrap the very plastic cover of it with my bare hands. Brutality at its maximum level. As I arrived on the top floor, Tata handed me over CD with plain expression saying, “Here you go, take it as the Valentine’s gift, ya.” She bought me the AM album of the Arctic Monkeys! I was happy. But at the same time I was speechless. I rushed the elevator and I had already got the stuff right before I was about to pay for it. As a gift. Anti-climax. It is as if I was about to get my very first full-time job in years but apparently a storm spoiled the shit out by flooding up the streets with toxic waste so that I came late for the interview!

Of course I’m joking. I love it, hon. I play it on the family stereo set like everyday.

Greetings xoxo

Anyway I am quite serious about the job interview. 

[matiasaditya]

Unemployment sucks.

unknown

[matiasaditya]

i din't spill my anger. i spat.