In my father’s head is a map of Singapore quite different from the ever-dancing web of abstract colours that we have come to know from the official records, the bus and train stations or the increasingly unreliable...
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« A little later, we might abandon cities altogether, scatter the rich grain of humanity across galaxies, those vast plains and endless glades where everyone would have a bungalow, swimming-pool, garden space. » —Alvin Pang, Real Estate
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Could the Singaporean applicant not have protested Spot the ancient croc submerged in green, media_text
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“Wealth … is the means by which we fulfill our desires.” Hence the cat’s languid stretch, its bullet spring,... media_text
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for M. As if nothing’s unwound, the memory’s a one-eyed trickster and all I remember is a vein slit, red flow, staining the white cotton sleeve; the fish head cast aside, eye popped. Her face amplified in fish... media_text
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Death, My Funny Valentine Picture this. A blonde dude decked out in shimmering mail sitting on a stone outcrop. He’s playing a game of chess. His sparring partner? A tall,... media_text
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are easy to possess—the dim tunnel where trains flow, submerged halls fevered and dense, make it such that if we go barefoot we will touch high places, anyhow—or so they... media_text
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here you are faceless bobs sea scented with iridescent oil as fin glistens before tell-tale lollipops media_text
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Alerted to it, we tried our damnedest not to notice it. A damp spot on the ceiling, growing in your shorts… one day, the bag dries up. The morning after the bones were picked, a mosquito’s obligato... media_text
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and this is the beginning of it all, media_text
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between our arrivals and our - Marne L. Kilates With my wife in her usual high-altitude slump, media_text
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