I wish every day was a chilly evening on the streets of Europe. Cobbled roads lit up only by the warm glow of street lamps, drizzle pelting the ground and a million people heading somewhere, arms clutching an umbrella or placed deep in the recesses of coats, heads bowed and feet gliding against each other as if in purposeful choreography. As the wind howls behind your back you can smell heavenly aromas and fragrances wafting from a hotdog stand or night market, the smell of grilled onions or burnt coffee, hitting you like a welcome brick in the midst of the damp coldness that pervades.
And then I wake up and realize that yes its wet and cold, but not in that neo-romantic way I imagined it to be. Rather, it's the get down from a crowded, pressure cooker of a bus into the throngs of disgruntled and disillusioned Singaporeans at a bus stop - manner of wet and cold. Like a can of sardines, even.
But when the wind hit me, after I trudged out of that cramp, stifling confluence of people, it was amazing. Refreshing, and if I dare say, life giving. Stirred up plenty delusions of cobbled streets, warm smells, fur coats, and people going somewhere, some place, in choreographed purposeful strides.
Delivered at 10:24 PM;
KENNETH
Name:Slumber
Born:16th August
FANCIES
Him.K.anglo-chinese.music for the passionate.marvel.gunners.
Orange.debate.
long bus rides armed with an eye and a pod.74.
philosophizing.dystopia.
coffee.Rove.Health.Famary.
Buddies.
writing.1984.
expression.Italian food.
journeys.teh-peng.
stream of consciousness.
witty play on words.musing.
accents.the heartrands.performing.
being a closet connossieur.
a point of view.vigorous
interaction with spherical objects.
irony&pathos.yum.
JS.spirit.a girl that would smile