Zine: seven sounds of Sumatra

I made this zine a few weeks ago but it feels like longer, because I haven't heard many of the sounds since I left Sumatra. So when I unfolded it and put it beside me on a chair where I am writing this in Kuala Lumpur (in Malaysia), I smiled big without trying. Because I was delighted at the effect of seeing it, how I was transported so thoroughly back there. To the continuous road that Bell and I…