When people say there's no more room for housing in your city (with many parking lots and vacant tracks of land), remind them there's a suburban neighborhood on top of a mall in Jakarta
Pure Americana, the distilled essence of the first summer after High-School when anything seems possible. The twilight of youth. A nagging sadnes at the death of childhood, but also filled with a trepidatious optimism. The last carefree moments of your life. (If you dont understand this you're not fully ensouled, or from Pakistan, or both)