Zedeck scolded me for taking limes from the tree without permission, but I felt not a hint of remorse. If there’s one thing fruit trees can teach you, it’s abundance. When the durian tree in our backyard was in season, there was too much fruit everyday. We went around on bicycle giving them to everyone we knew in town – it felt like depositing gold in the community. Seasonal gold.

The nangka tree next to the front gate constantly produces. I made an artwork about it. We believe that the endless surplus of nangka has nurtured at least two generations of musangs and countless squirrels by now. I often find their poop scattered around the driveway near the tree.


Antid Oto – italian for antidote – was one of Leon Trotsky‘s earliest pen names. I also love the Malay word for it: penawar. A few months ago, I started taking regular walks and making drawings afterwards as a way to deal with worry, procrastination, hopelessness, writer’s block, internet rage, and digital distraction. I’ll post a series of them here, one every other day, for as long as I keep making them.