Today it didn’t rain

6pm. There is a technicolour blaze of dying sunlight, its enveloping folds soaked by the geometry and inflexibility of the HDB blocks. There you are, a lost image in the orange light – forbidding and a foreboding. I seek the physicality of touch, but inherent in it is the finality of repudiation. I can only fabricate a mental reality devoid of the physicality I crave. It is much like the absent sky, so bathed in orange, but yet so vacant.

Today it didn’t rain.



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