Journal | Friday, September 13th, 2013 | sundanesecorner.org
Around us: a teak forest. Tree trunks were straight and tall, growing since the mid-1960s, like inland knights row. In the dusty dry season, the trees molt. Fallen leaves drifted, scattered and covered the ground. Weeds between the trees seemed to be just burnt, leaving a black trail on the ground with silvery ash. Through the teak stems, we saw the setting sun. I felt daunted, somehow. This sight looked like a war scene in Kurosawa’s film.