Journal 5.0 | October 2023
“What’s on Creator Head ft. Ahmad Ihsan.”
In Frame : [1] Ahmad Ihsan wearing Spencer Half-zip in Olive
Written by Ahmad Ihsan, Published by D.R.M Editorial Team, Sept 22nd 2023
The warm but thin layer of waffle-patterned Spencer saved the characters from ditching their planned outfits for the next weeks. The subtlety of it all prevails as the halfsip feature persuades the bodyshape, from the upper torso, hands and lower hip. What sort of occasion that will leave the eyes staring at Spencer? We’ll see.
Non-Sensical Day Job — They may just stick around, even after reading this the first thing in the morning. Till we realized that we were thirsty of their ignorance but foolishly careless of their attentiveness. When we gave them the taste of our fortune, we thought they’d come around with the many of them, just like how we do it, but it seemed to us, or we’d like to think about it this way, that it was a deliberation to invalidate our excitement of, since the very beginning, nothingness.
Nobody Knocks — We’ve spent months hearing about the same melody, it wasn’t about them in the literal sense, but it was the time that we woke up from thinking we no longer breathed the same smoke in the morning. It got us thinking, did they just turn into places we can’t be in? Or can we? Or is it merely a silly and conflictive idea we have in mind?
Perhaps. But we’d still like to think of the same faces when we sensed their presence. They were so different, yet so familiar to us. We saw you in them, it felt like their personas are like an addictive dream, though they were afraid of us, we would be too if we were them. But that besides the point. When it finally comes the time for us to meet, will they take our ride to go to places? Yes, this time the ‘place’ isn’t them, but that besides the point.
The Legacy Sheet — The last time we heard they said something about fate, I knew that it meant a wind blow in a storm they were trying to avoid instead. And they did. The post-midnight no-words words spoke in all frequencies to us. Though we still remember how we closed our phones before they did but now the table had turned and we’re on the other end of the spectrum. It’s a weird spot where we wish the taste of goodness of us to them was gone with the wind that very summer, the first two to three threads of ours, but I clearly took the time to make them kill the desire of us, slowly, so gradually that we didn’t see it coming.
