Golden Hour

by Lala J. Thorpe             Jam digital di meja kamar hotel sudah menunjukkan pukul 15.00. Cahaya matahari sore merebak masuk melalui tirai transparan dari ufuk barat. Rin menggeliat malas terbangun dari tidur siangnya selama dua jam setengah itu. Kelelahan menimpanya setelah semalam berjalan-jalan jauh mengelilingi distrik-distrik Tokyo yang tak pernah tidur. Besok adalah live the

A small recap of monthly distress

Talking about self-acceptance, what can we take from this phrase? I keep talking to myself about how I should try to accept myself whatever it takes, whatever my body experiences. In the ol' days, I wasn't quite capable of perceiving the beauty in me, whilst some individuals worship my height, my hair, yet those were

Dear Ran,

For the last two months were the hardest for you. You lost your cat, you had a feud with family, you cried to yourself almost every night, you're infected with covid, you had to take care of your parents amid your immunity battling with the virus. But those setbacks never managed to destroy you. You're

SUBDUED DISMAY

Lala J. Thorpe It was three o’clock in the afternoon, and Takashima Uruha, a young psychiatrist who just jumped out from his silver-grey Land Rover was approached by a female intern nametag ‘Sato’. “Takashima-sensei, you’re expected by Tamura-sensei in his office within half an hour.” “Me?” She nodded. “He is about to finish the forensic

BREAK ME

Lala J. Thorpe “You have to come no matter what…” Just how on earth did he assume I was going to survive a minute or two in there? The night had been dreadful. He showed up at my doorstep with dampened shirt from the rain, breathing heavily from running while clutching on a piece of

Just One Yesterday (Part 1)

Lala J. Thorpe Ding dong! “Hai haaaiii! Who the hell woke up at bloody dawn?” A twenty-six-year-old young lady with messy fringe reluctantly dragged her feet from the bone-white futon to head to the door. Two empty mugs which filled with americano stood at the top of kotatsu beside her mac where she’d been working

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Dear 2020….

Since the start of the year I didn't expect you'd be difficult for almost everyone on the earth, let alone the casualties you've caused. This year, I learn to be always grateful for every little thing I have despite the mental burdens emerging inside my head. I learn to cope with each collegial duty for

Warm Winter (Translated)

“Argh…tidak bisa,” gerutu Uruha sambil melepaskan selempang gitar dan meletakkannya di atas stand.  Sejak latihan dimulai tadi dia merasa mudah dongkol namun tak tahu kenapa. Pemuda itu hampir keluar dari studio ketika Reita berteriak kepadanya. “Oi, doko iku no?”             “Menjernihkan kepala!” Sang gitaris berjalan menyusuri trotoar di distrik kecil ini yang diselimuti oleh salju

Spring Popsicle

Lala J. Thorpe             “Otsukare.” The dull light of city lamp illuminates this tired but sweat beam painted upon her face. All the burdens of today’s insanity have been lifted up by the time she catches a glimpse of a sweet smile coming from her better half standing in front of her. It is her