The Weight of Unfolding
I keep a small, silver thimble in my desk drawer, worn smooth by a thumb that no longer moves. It is a hollow thing, yet it feels heavy with the weight of all the seams it once helped to close. We spend our lives trying to stitch together the…
The Hum of Damp Earth
The smell of wet soil always brings me back to the monsoon of my childhood, that thick, metallic scent of rain hitting parched ground. It is a heavy, grounding perfume that sticks to the back of the throat, tasting faintly of minerals and ancient…
The Railway by Siew Bee Lim
One fine afternoon I went to this railway bridge near Hillview to photograph. Already there was a small team on the bridge making video recording. Very soon another person went near them and did his recording as well. I was unable to capture…