I know, there are times and moments in our life that we'll never could ever explained.
It hits me whenever I try to draw a bigger picture about the time I've been spending in Makassar. I've been experiencing something over my expectation.
Now I've left the city so far away, by miles, by time and spaces. Just everytime I hear anyone around speak the word, Makassar, I don't know why, l suddenly feel like I'm this big old house with many doors around, and that word's just like a super key that could open any door in me. Whatever door the key want to open.
Anytime.
A brain leakage. A memory flood.
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