What will you do at death's door?
“Some of us are born to survive. The rest are born to witness.”
Fulltime Mortal
Some are born to build,
others to break —
but many are simply born to endure.Fulltime Mortal is not a choice,
nor a rebellion.
It is a quiet status —
assigned at birth,
buried beneath expectations
and unspoken griefs.Breath becomes a ritual,
routine a disguise.
The days arrive like unpaid debts,
and leave with no apology.Prayers hang like static in the air,
never quite touching heaven,
never quite leaving.Purpose feels distant —
not a lighthouse,
but a mirage flickering on burnt roads.And yet,
in the cracks of collapse,
something flickers.
A whisper that even ash remembers fire.
Doa — wishes whispered to the breeze, not always granted, yet forever sent.
Distorsi — broken world warps reality, yet fractured perspectives whisper hope.
Disrupsi — shards of a system we worship, in the end, a revolution c'not always roaring.
13:55 — fulltime mortal
13:55, a whisper arrives on a clear day, never by chance, as if that minute holds an unspoken secret, a subtle reminder of dusk or a signal for something yet to unfold. As the sun leans westward, this number gazes back at all things left undone, its meaning elusive to the mind, yet its feeling lingers softly, faithfully, in silence.
Hindia uses 10:24 as a universal symbol, suggesting it carries a profound message. For instance, he writes, “10:24 is universal… 10:24 is for creating before death” emphasizing the need to leave a legacy before the end. The use of words like “apocalypse” and “death” reinforces the philosophical and weighty tone of his writing.
The numbers become a mantra for their interpreter, not a clear guide, but a faint lantern in the heart’s night. They know no answers come easily; each meaning must be gently drawn from the mist. Yet conviction flows that behind the mystery lies something precious to uncover. In the end, both 13:55 and 10:24 chant in silence, delivering one message: life is a riddle, and embracing the question holds more value than grasping the answer.
Nothing matters — Life ends anyway.
Omong-omong, ini section pertama Saya menggunakan bahasa indonesia di canvas ini, atau setidaknya kedua, karena di section Fulltime Mortal ada sedikit diksi dalam bahasa indonesia, tapi setidaknya ini Section pertama, kedua, dan ketiga, saya menggunakan kalimat "saya" hehehe, entah karena ingin mencoba break the fourth wall atau memang section ini gatau mau ditulis apa. sebenarnya mau ditulis seperti layaknya biodata kayak tugas anak SD waktu masih awal sekolah, tapi, enggak ah, jadinya section ini ditulis cuman buat ngelengkapin aja dan cuman naruh beberapa sosial media yang nulis. dan juga memang section ini adalah section paling bebas, tanpa metafora, tanpa analogi, bahkan tanpa kiasan yang bebelit diksi.Jangan tanya kenapa saya membuat ini; karena entah kenapa kayak pengen banget nulis tapi masih bingung mau nulis apa, akhirnya di beberapa hari terakhir tiba-tiba kepikiran gimana kalau "kematian" itu sebenarnya udah terjadi pada diri kita? tapi di satu sisi memang kita lagi beruntung aja buat masih bisa menghindarinya untuk satu hari lagi , tapi kamu nggak akan tau kapan akan benar-benar "mati", tapi yakinlah, "kematian", mereka ada disekitarmu, dan lucu ya sebenarnya, kita tuh nggak benar-benar hidup sampai hanya memikirkan tentang kematian.