Some days you have this green light streak. Every traffic light you arrive at turns green. Although we all kinda have the same bodies, people here wait for red signals. Even when there is no traffic at all. I cannot do that.

Walk along the river. Sound of Martial Art training on the grounds of the Royal Palace. The old walls made of meticulously cut giant stones. Take of your shoes when you enter the freshly cut grass. Treat it like a carpet or a Tatami floor. Occupation: Tourist. Or rather Leisure Master. Black belt in Leisure. Laying under trees, sitting on ledges as a pro activity. Leisure is a great practice. Drifting through the day. Flowing. To enjoy Leisure the most, your mind and body should be fit. On top. Be fit to enjoy Leisure, life, fully. Become light so nothing clings to you. Memories, how you think you’re supposed to be, hurt. All glides off. Like a proper working non-stick ceramic frying pan. And float.

Doutor coffee stores have smoking areas and you can charge your phone there. Infinite ways to use a city. Strolling, thinking of all the skills you have, you don’t know of yet.

The day ends in front of the Coinlaundry. Something very soothing about Laundromats. Sitting on a plastic stool, writing. Drinking sake from a glass jar, wearing a Sarong with the ‘Infinite Love’ print in the colors of Yogya. A little dog in a baby stroller has it’s own electric fan.