What is old exactly?
By Rangga Kuzuma
What does it feel to be old?
A big question about how I see the city of Bogor and everything within it. Old buildings, big trees, the hustle and bustle of parents who adorn the road makes me think about how the perspective of someone who grows and becomes old. Should something that is eroded by time be always attached to limitations and helplessness? Or is time able to shape something to be stronger and braver? This is not just a matter of numbers or physicality. But about unanswered questions and the uneasy feelings that arises when questioning what is the true meaning of being old?