Steff Fleur

None of us are easy to be with. Not in the long run. Not when the days get quieter and the masks start slipping.

there’s a strange ache that comes with outgrowing a version of your life that you worked hard to create. it’s the kind of feeling that doesn’t announce itself as grief but hums in the background of your daily routine — in the moments when the things that used to feel important start to feel hollow,

Another definite reason so many people seek the troubled social status of “creative” these days is because it’s easier than ever to become one. The democratization of this pursuit is, on one hand, a beautiful thing.

The traditional Iban view believed that this world ( dunya tu ) is separated from, and yet influenced by events and by actions of “beings” in a series of inter-connected unseen realms.

On 15 September 1958 the colonial government inaugurated the Borneo Literature Bureau (Tawai 1997: 6).

The Iban people, also known as Sea Dayaks, are an indigenous Austronesian ethnic group native to northwestern Borneo

Love asks for heat. Left cold, we harden into our existing shape. But under the steady warmth of attention, we soften, loosen, and take on new form. The right gaze reorganises the self; you begin to recognise yourself more clearly in their eyes, and they in yours.