After purposely misspelling it first.

Three months have vanished. And I am as always vanquished by the march of time. I have written, I think, less than 300 words in all. The walls are closing in on all of us, and whether we know or accept this is moot. Because the laws of physics are actual unyielding and unchangeable ones, unlike those we thought up and proclaim eternal and making the terribly human error of attributing to the divine their truths. Our feelings are of the utmost importance and also utterly moot. We move mountains and cannot move needles. We roll our eyes at the many analogies of oncoming trains and falling off cliff edges or into deep storm-fed longkangs with brown-ish water – or maybe this is more Singaporean specific – and trampolines and colourful layers of kuih lapis. We live in a world where the most powerful country in the world kills children with impunity and the most powerful man in the world and some of the richest and most powerful people in the world are outright evil. We accept a world of zero consequences upon them for their vile deeds. And the most dire consequences crush the innocent and vulnerable and most helpless. I am at two hundred here. Keep going. It’s gruelling but we push on, push through. Simi strawberry. Be granite. Though, even rocks can be cooked. And we are cooked. The heat goes up, the waters too, and biodiversity – corals, polar bears, whales, and many critters big and small, birds and insects and frogs and fish – goes bye. But some horses will survive, else the horsemen will have to ride in on broomsticks, fall back on magic. And I think of the idiom, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. I think it is more than a little hazard, it could be massively fatal. We have always lived in the end times and hooray I can end now. Three hundred words. KPI achieved.

Someday I will finally watch Dead Poets’ Society. For now, I will probably first rewatch the three movies about – the hopefully continuing – adventures of Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy. And think about his recent philosophy. “The one who’s in love always wins. It doesn’t matter if you get your heart broken; you’re living, and when you’re feeling, you’re alive. You know, the sun doesn’t care whether the grass appreciates its rays, right? It just keeps on shining. That’s you.”

It’s been some time since the rains and this particular view.

In other news, here’s the latest weather forecast: “Cloudy conditions will continue all day. Low of 23 and high of 29 degrees.” Which is very cool!

And the latest hearing test results: “Severe to profound sensorineural hearing loss. Predominately profound in degree.” This is not cool at all.