Jakarta is grimy and sort of human.
The ubiquitous crowds and humid climate give it the ambiance of the inside of someone’s uterus.
Everything moves slowly through the mud
There’s shockingly little to do, for a city of 14 million people
Even the wildlife seems bemused by this.
They sell handerchiefs and fireworks on the street
The locals spend a lot of time negotiating traffic crises
or food crises, which are occasionally the same thing.
The constant chaos after awhile becomes soothing
And your internal cavalry surrenders to the gridlock.
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