June 2, 17.39 Jakarta. Like Rahab, I also live right on the city edge. The outer ring road highway outside my place is rapidly undergoing construction. The site had laid dormant for 10 years since I left. It just had a few concrete pylons, a monument to Jakarta's notorious infrastructure project. The project was restarted early this year and will be completed before the end of the year. Construction is buzzling day and night. I pass by the site everyday and so does my mind, a place to escape the slow buzzling traffic scenes. Jakarta anesthecizes your conscience until scenes like this photo reawakens you. A scene of normal life outside your rat race track, a scene of human life, a father, like yours, spending time with a child, also like yours. A snap shot of normalcity, a conscience connection. The others, are us. There, are here. Then after that shocking jolt, I would awake from the reality and back to my life.