The Dream Land
It is always astonishing how our brain works. How it can master all the organ of our body, consciously, subconsciously and unconsciously. Expert says that generally we only use 10 % of our brain potential. Only 10 % and it can really sustain all the activities, all the breath, all the heart-beats without any single misbeat and mismatch…all the memories, all the emotion and all the feelings for the rest of human’s life…
Ah…it is autumn again here. The campus streets smell like fallen ginko again. Soon, the leaves are going to be golden again. Rain will come again and the temperature will drop again. Again and again every year…every autumn…every October…without mistake…without misplace…like our brain…it repeats the same beat of heart-beat…it inhales and exhales the same oxygen and carbon-dioxide.
It is always surprising how a city can make you want to go back there. All the adventure seems never quite enough to fill our adventurous spirit. Time seems never enough to visit every corner of it. Stories and memories are never be enough to fill our travel journal and our brain. And all the smile and kindness and hospitality are never be enough to be felt. It is always surprising how you miss a city.
This is the story of the city, Yogyakarta. My second best favorite city. The story in the dream land of summer. Its beauty and its memories.
Autumn is the end of summer. The end of the dream land. Is it the end? or is it only the beginning of another dream?
“…bahwa yang membekas dari lilin bukan lelehannya, melainkan wajahmu sebelum gelap…” – Sujiwo Tejo in Rahvayana