Eric Setiawan

Eric Setiawan is a full-time architect, a freelance web designer, a co-founder of Black Man Ray, an enthusiast photographer, a blogger, a happy husband, and a proud father for life — born & currently living & working in Bandung, Indonesia. Occasionally you can find him with a camera on the street.

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I often found myself sitting by the window in the corner, watching the world outside as it goes from light to dark, trying to figure out what to do next in life. Will it be better tomorrow?

As the sun sets, I watch the shadow moving and getting longer before disappearing into the night. People going by, minding their own thoughts and emotions. And here I am sitting alone waiting for the day to end. Will they be better tomorrow?

The lights are up cueing people to go home. Can you see the emptiness? Can you hear the silence of the night?

On my way home, I can almost hear the Depeche Mode sings right into my ears.


I’m waiting for the night to fall.
I know that it will save us all.
When everything’s dark.
Keeps us from the stark reality.

I’m waiting for the night to fall.
When every thing is bear able.
And there in the still.
All that you feel is tranquillity

I often found myself sitting by the window in the corner, watching the world outside as it goes from light to dark, trying to figure out what to do next in life. Will it be better tomorrow?

As the sun sets, I watch the shadow moving and getting longer before disappearing into the night. People going by, minding their own thoughts and emotions. And here I am sitting alone waiting for the day to end. Will they be better tomorrow?

The lights are up cueing people to go home. Can you see the emptiness? Can you hear the silence of the night?

On my way home, I can almost hear the Depeche Mode sings right into my ears.

I’m waiting for the night to fall.
I know that it will save us all.
When everything’s dark.
Keeps us from the stark reality.

I’m waiting for the night to fall.
When every thing is bear able.
And there in the still.
All that you feel is tranquillity

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