I knew it was maghrib because the sky resembled a paddle pop ice cream that I much loved when I was younger. At the train station, LED boards tell me my train to Ampang is two minutes away. I was tired from a day of facilitating workshops all the way in Bangi but nevertheless I was excited to see what this gallery has in store for me. A train ride to Cempaka. A 10 minute Uber ride after. I was there at the stairs that led up to HOM Art Trans.