Like…..APT.?

It’s been a strange season in Ko Kret.

The floods arrived AGAIN this year, blurring streets into streams and plans into puddles. The island feels quieter than usual, though a few determined souls still show up — slippers in hand, snacks in heart.

Beyond Ko Kret, the world feels equally waterlogged.

Autumn is rolling in. Fashion Weeks are spilling over with new creative directors — honestly, how many of ’em again? Diane Keaton has left us (“I’ve never been the dumb girl before. It ain’t so great.”), and somewhere in between, Taylor Swift is turning The Life of a Showgirl into both a documentary and a cultural dissertation.

Meanwhile in Thailand, we’re learning to sell with feelings instead of formulas. TikTok is the new marketplace of emotion — everything trending, everything fleeting, everything everywhere all at once. I’m still figuring out whether I’m supposed to dance, cry, or buy skincare. Maybe all three.

And as the tide of it all rises — news, trends, grief, glitter — I realize some things never really change. The same problems linger, but the waves keep bringing us new ones with better lighting.

Competing with the current? IMPOSSIBLE. Riding it? ESSENTIAL.

There are really only two ways to survive the modern world:
You either own the moment — bold, declarative, head high and camera-ready.
Or you sit still, let the water reach your knees, and remember what it feels like to simply be.

Pop culture, as always, gives us clues.

To “Like Jennie” is to curate the chaos — to be unbothered, immaculate, a human brand with perfect eyeliner even in a flood.
To “APT.” is to sit in the aftermath — quiet, introspective, somewhere between loneliness, laughter  and light.

One is the flood.
The other is the room.
Both are survival — both, in their own way, are art.

Because sometimes you’re the current that sweeps everything forward.
And certain times, you’re just the apartment — waiting for the sun to find its way back in.

And both can be seen, somehow, from the river.