This project is done in collaboration with Jurnal Ruang. Original article in Indonesian can be read here.
Following an hour of commute by train and gojek (Indonesia's privately owned bike taxi) from Jakarta, I arrived in a smaller suburb close to Bogor. Standing on the mouth of an alleway was Ibnu Wahyudi, welcoming me to his house. "Was it difficult to find? The house?" To which I answered, "somewhat."
Over the next couple of hours, Ibnu Wahyudi and I would chat about his personal collection of books, a personal passion that has its roots from Ibnu's affection to stories and meanings contained within items. His personal collection ranges from books to calling cards (mostly Korean), to CDs, and to -unsurprisingly - stamps.
A poet himself, Ibnu Wahyudi's collection also includes his body of work, in the middle of which he placed an old photo of his mother, itself with its own story.