![]() ![]() because I could hear the soft sound of the muezzin drifting in through the room through the door grate, summoning the faithful for evening prayer. I switched on the red light to check the negatives hanging on the drying-line over my head. Yet, somehow, this particular louse was eking out a living at Tjahaya Photographic Studio in central Jakarta on the corner of Jalan Sabang. We, the lice and the germs, had been eradicated from the face of the earth, with no trace left. Three years ago, the Nusantara News Office where I worked, had been cleansed of lice and germs like myself. But the darkness that enveloped this room was imbrued with the scent of chemicals and anxiety. In the dark room, I knew not the sun, the moon, or even my wristwatch. Like a black net enclosing the city like ink from a monster squid spreading across Jakarta’s entire landscape-the color of my uncertain future. Night had fallen, without complaint, without pretext. ![]()
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