Agung SulthonauliaThe Girl of Four SeasonsShe’s summer. The warmth of a bright sunny day that melts the frozen part of the lonely boy’s heart that had long been aching from forlorn…Mar 4, 2015Mar 4, 2015
Agung SulthonauliaThe ZooI don’t know which are more amusing— the animals in the cages, or the humans who think that they’re blessed with freedom.Mar 4, 2015Mar 4, 2015
Agung SulthonauliaI Wish I Wasn’t MyselfI only know one way to cheer people up— by being a clown.Mar 4, 2015Mar 4, 2015
Agung SulthonauliaAbysmal LongingHer hair is dark and shiny, like a sight of the autumn leaves falling from an old oak tree.Mar 4, 2015Mar 4, 2015
Agung SulthonauliaA Grief of the LivingYou could feel the fire despite its subtlety—the burning desire fueled from within.Mar 4, 2015Mar 4, 2015
Agung SulthonauliaWhat is Love?Is love the language of the privileged—of those who are engaged in affectionate relationships?Mar 4, 2015Mar 4, 2015
Agung SulthonauliaIt Kills and It RevivesWhen you try to kiss the lighting Does it turn you into dust?Mar 4, 2015Mar 4, 2015