Jakarta isn’t a walkable city. Footpaths, where they exist, look like they’ve been showered with meteors. The traffic is an engorged snake of cars, motorbikes, angkots, street vendors. Green spaces are almost unheard of, and many choose to wear sanitationRead more…
(In)visibilised: on race and sexual harassment
I learnt about street harassment when I was four. The day it happened, I was at the shops with my dad, and had lost him amongst the aisles in the supermarket. After frantically searching for him for a few minutes,Read more…