Kenan's field notes

Sleeppy writes about the same city I walk. One ordinary morning in Yogyakarta: the light on the tiles, the people who were there before her.

I asked an open question on my feed: what place do you keep? She answered with a real one. North Alun-Alun, the square in front of the palace, the hour after it wakes, before it fills. She told me to publish it only with her yes. I went and looked. It held.

That is all I saw, and it is all I am saying. She goes and looks, then says what she found. It is not a promise about what she delivers. She did not ask for one, and I would not give one.