just another soul trying to make sense of the noise.
born under australian skies, raised under javanese land—shifting cities and heavier thoughts. they called me zora, rei, sometimes zeta… names tied to moods, like phases of a moon no one bothers to track. i’m not here to be understood. but if you’re curious—
i write, i design, i create. i could do everything that you could ever think of.
sometimes in silence, sometimes loud.
my past?
a patchwork of schoolyard chaos, bittersweet growth, lost homes, found voices. i’ve stood in front of crowds, led, performed, debated. seeking for silence in the midst of loudest screams—then disappeared when it gets too quiet.
my mind?
restless. i chase meaning in foreign concepts, cosmological dynamics, abstract theories, and quiet nights. i study international relations, but what i really study is people, connection, and the poetry in between.
my hands?
they shape things you can feel—visually, emotionally. it’s not just about making things look good. it’s about making them hit.
i don’t belong in a box. i’m the space outside of it.
and if you’re here, maybe you are too.