Older people can be quite profound now that I realise, for I am one of them, they would often suggest that I would understand the nuances later. I am now surrounded by elderly people in this place in Bukit Batok. … Continue reading Old

I’m at a cafe that I previously frequented in Arab street Singapore, the ‘Whirling Dervish’. Actually the next alley is Haji lane. I visited the body, casquet, of Rumi once when I was in Konya, Turkey. The father of the … Continue reading Whirling

A new beginning. Here I sit in Singapore’s Chinatown, in it’s rickety alleyways with the hope of expressing something different. It’s just a pit stop for the masses, maybe like me a few beers. They are of all ages in … Continue reading Alleys