Sejak era pandemi, filsafat sempat naik daun — entah karena dibaca, atau karena jadi bahan konten. Ketika seorang influencer bilang “bubarkan jurusan filsafat,” topik itu viral dan banyak yang ikut nimbrung, meski nggak jelas paham atau cuma FOMO. Karya ini menyentil fenomena itu. Lewat gaya meme dan suasana nongkrong, saya ingin bertanya balik: Lo lagi nyari arah, atau cuma numpang ngopi?

Swirling inspiration when hanging out together from oneself to external, back to oneself, as a cycle of inspiration that inspires togetherness in life.

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Traditional Indonesian snack and enamel tin plates commonly found in 1970s evokes cherised moments of childhood

Karya ini adalah sindiran sarkastik terhadap gaya hidup egois yang menjadikan diri sendiri sebagai pusat segalanya. Melalui kara ini pembaca diajak melihat betapa absurdnya sikap \"lebih baik dilayani daripada melayani.\"

Grim look of mother Nusantara

In a world slowly falling apart, she stayed—not as a hero, but as a mother. This future Kunti, part machine and worn with rust, may have lost her voice, but not her heart. She stands for all the mothers who keep going, even when the world turns cold. Her love isn’t loud, but it’s the quiet reason life keeps moving. When systems break and hope fades, a mother’s care remains—soft, stubborn, and real. Because some love can’t be erased. Not by time, not by silence, not even by a broken world.

Cosplay isn’t just dress-up—it’s identity exploration through an alter ego. By embodying fictional characters, people express hidden aspects of themselves in a safe, socially accepted space. Psychologically, it’s a form of controlled role-play, allowing traits like confidence or boldness to surface. Apparently, the character “bleeds back” into the real self, shaping a stronger, more complete identity. What begins as performance can become personal growth. In that sense, cosplay isn’t just escape—it’s a mirror, reflecting who we are, or who we wish to become.

The city pulses with density, motorcycles weave through crawling traffic, sidewalks fill with weary steps, and streetlights flicker to life. Amidst the urban rush, the journey home becomes a quiet reflection, where warmth and resilience endure beyond the roar of engines.