And there goes the endless jams, soaring sound of horns, yelling rage-filled words. You know you’re in Jakarta by it. The place where you should test your patience, indeed.
I took a glance by the streetside. Same, casual view of neon-lights and huge posters. Tall buildings, too, as it blocked the star and moon’s calming ray.
It’s late at 1 in the morning, but the city never finds it way to bed – it never sleeps.
Cars, motors, or simply foot never stops moving, passing by back and forth as it replaces the said ray to light the city along with the neons.