The air in Jakarta is so polluted that breathing it amounts to smoking two and a half pack of cigarettes per day. I don't smoke, but got addicted anyway. Here in Semarang the sky is clear. And I am going cold turkey.
I explain the meaning of Amor Fati here (English and Indonesian catalog text). And here (English) and here (Indonesian catalog text) for a more recent and longer essay. And for a further selection of my writings see here.