Whenever I see anything related to literature, my internal monolog breaks into a musical, “I WANNA BE WHERE THE PEOPLE ARE.” Exactly like Disney’s Ariel The Little Mermaid. So, when I heard about Ubud’s Readers and Writers Festival (URWF), I decided: I must go. That’s what my savings are for.
If this was a thriller movie, they’d show happy close up shots — sunshine that’s a little to bright, a pair of scarlet lips laughing, green waves rolling— along with a melody of dread.
If that kind of scene shows up on HBO, I wouldn’t care if the movie won 100 Oscars, I would still run for the remote to turn it off. I hate it.
I loathe feeling like something’s about to go wrong and I have little control to stop it.