"Oh You're Just A Riddle In The Sky."

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 The dust motes swirling in the sunlight
as it streams through the open window.

A woman tending the fire to the sound
of crackling firewood.

The smell of tea fills the air. 

Home can be found -
Two and a quarter time zones away.

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This was meant to be the start of my Nepal-post, typed just about 6 or so weeks ago, but maybe I'm never going to do that. Instead, here we are, approaching the end of November, and the year. Guns N' Roses' November Rain, as ever, ringing in my ears though the torrential downpour we've experienced over the past couple of days, respite from the haze, welcome relief from days of claustrophobic heat.

Caught in some strange sort of time-warp over the past few days, too. From late-into-the-morning conversations with the siblings, 4am dota nights (?!!), three hours spent watching old videos of Ronaldinho circa 2004 (¡Viva la Barcelona!), board games night (Balderdash!) (...or gossip night?), etc...

It's like the 00's all over again.

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And how brutal we all are to (all) our past selves.

And some nights we just want to walk on and on and on and on - but we can't. We've got all these responsibilities and commitments and obligations. And don't we wish we never grew up? And some weeks, like these, maybe we believe.

"And you'll fall in love again," she threatened.

And partaking of a stranger's happiness on a train, as she reads a birthday card, perhaps from a lover. Perhaps not.

"And were you ever lost,
and were you ever found?"

And she casts no shadow on nobody,
and nobody cares, nobody does not get hurt.

"And are you ready for this life?
The world is calling out your name,
there's another future out there for you.

And this, and that too, shall eventually pass.
The universe is riding off with you."

And oh, bluebird, I would not ever
try to capture you.

A City of Dreamers.

So 13 thousand gazillion years after watching V for Vendetta - I think this is the first time I am legitimately able to say, albeit quite disappointingly now: "Remember remember the 5th of November." YESSAH. Ok thanks.

I did have a genuinely excellent, and worth remembering sorta day though - thanks to the Singapore Writers' Festival and more pertinently, Dimensions and Demons!! Truly blown away by the copious amounts of talent displayed tonight. Ferry, weish, and Riot !n Magenta - Stephanie Ye, Dave Chua, and Daren Shiau. Collaboration has never sounded nor looked so sweet. What a night.

And hope for a dreary city, no? This concrete jungle produces fevered dreamers, too.

Now before the stroke of midnight, and the considerably less interesting 6th of November, shall I depart. Good night fellas.