Jakarta's memorial plaza held 287,000 names in floor tiles—a design choice from Year 2 that had seemed unusual at the time and had proven, across six years, to be exactly right for this city. Names underfoot meant names encountered through movement rather than through standing still. You walked through the memorial the way you walked through the city. The dead were part of the ground you moved across, not a wall you stood before.
Sekar had established her practice in Year 2: walking the tiles methodically, sector by sector, the same discipline she applied to everything else in her life. Not skipping any section. Not rushing through the difficult parts. The systematic acknowledgment of grief that suited her character precisely.
Six years of walking had made the practice hers in a way that didn't require renegotiation each visit. This was simply what she did in Jakarta.
