A friend of mine recently coined a term that I have not been able to shake off ever since: Burned Hours. At first glance, it sounds harmless. It sounds like something from a productivity seminar hosted by a smiling consultant with a wireless microphone and an unhealthy obsession with colour-coded spreadsheets. The sort of phrase…
A Refusal: Ubud’s Obororo Coffee Shop
There is something quietly defiant about Obororo Cafe. Hidden along the increasingly chaotic arteries of Ubud, this tiny coffee bar refuses the tired theatrics that have come to define much of Bali’s contemporary café industry. There is no performative minimalism, no oversized brunch culture masquerading as artisanal authenticity, and certainly no desperate attempt to aestheticise…
Regarding Borders
In the turquoise waters between the southern Philippines and northern Indonesia, an elderly man from Watunapatto sits in a small wooden boat he built himself from trees felled from the island where his ancestors once migrated when the fishing season changed. The sea breeze caresses his face, wrinkled by time and salt. He doesn’t know…