Thursday, June 26, 2014

the madman - dreamless dreamers


You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,--the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,--I ran mask less through the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.” 

Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. 

And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.” 

Thus I became a madman. 

And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us. 

But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

Pasar Barang Antik - Cikini, Jakarta.

Topeng, kita semua adalah pengukir terhebat, seakan lahir begitu saja dalam diri kita.
Mungkin saja, topeng adalah pelindung terbaik, lebih dari perisai apapun di dunia--atau karena... belum mengenal dunia sebaik dunia mengenal kita?
Mungkin kita hanya butuh, dipertemukan dengan pencuri... yang merampas segala topeng, dan kisah selanjutnya, terserah akan diukir sebagai apa.

a glimpse of teaser - my new novel
titled "Dreamless Dreamers."
live soon, at :

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