I have had the privilege to savour many enjoyable pieces of literature and this easily ranks as one of the most emotive reads I’ve had the opportunity to experience.
It is a marvellous thing how anyone could flesh out such human stories, imbued with a perceptive light on socio-political concerns so subtly, so minimally yet so emotively. It is a thing of magic.
A part of me is debased by an envy that I could perhaps never write as hypnotically well as Koe can; the other is impulsed to contribute a lifetime to an increasingly saturated niche of local social realist literature.
I have prepared two personal statements.
One for Law school, a guaranteed path of career and familial fulfilment (for me at least) that I have long eschewed on the grounds of a moral disagreement, but one that has been repeatedly impaled upon me in the style of a sodomy. The other personal statement is for Arts and Social Science/Liberal Arts, a separate path of personal intellectual fulfilment.
One of my NS course mates is a palm reader. He said that my left hand indicates that I am adequately suited for a life and career of both the irrational/creative and and the logical/traditional.
My right hand, he proclaims, indicates that I will go down the path of irrationality.
Whatever that means.