† Women, dessert and incense.
The is the language of the world which is in silence.
The silence, that betroths a kaleidescopic perspective that can, be a harbouring despair or the hiss of joy; for one reality, it may be the quiet pin drop that resounds just before lunch, at Changi Prison Complex, or a good movie, music, fruit, chicken rice, nutella rainbow you cha kway, nutella cheese banana fritters, and the symphony of scent from the lime sambrani, there is something about.... and unfathomable individualism, and the question of why?
Why is this happening to me....? Who is doing this horrid spell?
Why can it stop?
Where is the antidote?