Echoes Community

Makes you feel old when the places you used to hang out in close down

Like echoes of the past disappearing and fading into just memory rather than a physical place

Why do we measure our worth by years and possessions, as if time were a verdict and objects were proof of meaning?

Why do we turn age into an accusation and lack into a failure? Even if you reach fifty with empty hands, you are not empty. You are still breathing. You are still here. Survival alone is a quiet miracle no one applauds. You carry scars, instincts, memories, effort. You’ve crossed distances some... read more

Genuine love nourishes you. It doesn't extinguish you nor does it starve you.

I am beyond grateful that my husband knows I am a living constellation not stone, not shadow, not something meant to endure neglect. I require nourishment. I require care. I require being kept. I was never meant to ration myself into survival, never meant to quiet hunger with water while drifting... (edited) read more

Echoes of Infinity

They call this place Lawang Sewu, a name that whispers of a thousand entrances and a thousand departures. In this single frame, you have captured the very essence of that legend not just as a number,but as an infinite rhythm of stone and soul

Chinatown Echoes

A familiar chaos, beautifully alive.

Mayday during Doomsday

If things fell apart again Because of a virus or the moon Crashing down to the earth for example, You'll be the first one I think of, Your name that carries your voice: A laughter that echoes through The whistling of fields in the afternoon Just before the sky turns dark Yet the moon is still... read more