Lost between Jakarta's neon-soaked streets and cosmic daydreams, I chase sounds that bend reality—from Indonesian underground riffs to the infinite expanses of space rock. My headphones are a portal: one moment I'm riding the psychedelic waves of Tame Impala and Pink Floyd's transcendent explorations, the next I'm grounded in the raw, intimate indie narratives of Sheila On 7 and Fiersa Besari. I exist in the liminal space where art rock experimentation meets downtempo introspection, where Jack White's controlled chaos and The White Stripes' minimalism resonate just as deeply as the ambient textures of Bajka. Authenticity obsessed, genre-fluid, perpetually inspired by the beautiful weirdness of creative resistance.