Sunday, April 26, 2009

City Without A Horizon




So Biju lay on his mattress and watched the movement of the sun through the grate on the row of buildings opposite. From every angle that you looked at this city without a horizon, you saw more buildings going up like jungle creepers, starved for light, holding a perpetual half darkness congealed at the bottom, the day shafting through the maze, slivering into apartments at precise and fleeting times, a cuprous segment visiting between 10 & 12 perhaps, or between 10 & 10:45, between 2:30 & 3:45. As in places of poverty where luxury is rented out, shared, and passed along from neighbor to neighbor, its time of arrival was noted and anticipated by cats, plants, elderly people who might sit with it briefly across their knees. But this light was too brief for real succor and it seemed more the visitation of a beautiful memory than the real thing.

- extract from "The Inheritance Of Loss" , Kiran Desai


Where : Suntec City, Singapore
When : 25th April 2009

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Instutionalized





"These walls are funny. First you hate 'em. After long enuff , you depend on them. That's - instutionalized. "

- Frank Darabont, "The Shawshank Redemption"



Where : An overbridge across Pan Island Expressway, Singapore
When : 18th April 2009

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Vigilante

"I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed & that I stood next to you like this ?"
- 'Norwegian Wood' , Haruki Murakami


Where : Sultan Mosque, Singapore
When : 12th April 2009

Evanescence



"Beauty is the eye discovering in our world what the mind already knows."
- 'My Name Is Red' , Orhan Pamuk


Where : Thian Hock Keng Temple, Singapore
When : 11th April 2009

Sunday, April 05, 2009

Darkness




"The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out under you. And once that happens, you've had it : things'll never be the same. All you can do is go on living alone down there in the darkness."
- 'After Dark' , Haruki Murakami


Where : Some obscure park off Potong Pasir, Singapore
When : 4th April 2009

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Solitude



Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.
For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,
and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
- Francis Bacon

Where : Fort Canning Park & some obscure park off Potong Pasir, Singapore.
When : 4th April 2009