That evening was, to put it mildly, rather significant. It found me scribbling a song, a direct result of a peculiar bit of homework from my Queen,
@endahwidiastuti .
The brief: write about myself, a task that, due to some latent anxieties and a profound sense of utter insignificance in this world, was anything but straightforward.
The presentation itself, a brief, awkward spectacle, was met with an unscripted turn. She, as it happened, recruited
@afkarthings to devise a piano arrangement on the spot, and in a moment of pure, unfiltered pure sound, my
@earhousesongwritingclub fella launched into a full-throated chorus. The spectacle, I must confess, was entirely consuming. A veritable maelstrom.
A rather sprawling thanks to everyone, with special mention to
@m.abdulrafli_ , who provided a much needed lifeline when the entire creative enterprise hit its entirely predictable wall. One must, after all, perform a certain kind of gratitude, mustn’t one?