Good to hear from you Aven. It's always concerning when the silence drags on.
Thought of you and others through that heat, the numerous waves of it. Ironically, here on the equator we've had a great run of mildness, brilliant weather, only just now beginning to slowly stoke up post CNY, as usual they reckon. For me a fairly productive period as a consequence, going pretty much flat-chat, no interferences, some bits of luck. Back there I have a number of you struggling pretty badly with serious illnesses and ops. Two & half yrs plus has brought signif. changes.
Will need a visa run in couple weeks or so and planning now where / how. As interesting as a change of place always turns out, you will understand how it's also disruptive. Hating flying doesn't help. Just hate it, all the complacency, the kinda behaviours of regulars; then the carpet, the shiny airport cleaned by cheap labour, the junk food & hi shit-end stores luring on & forever on. Here I strictly avoid the MRT, the train. It's the equivalent mode of terrestrial transport. An elevated track, suits, ties, skirts, make-up, palm-screens, ear-phones, dead eyes, eagle eyes, droopy eyes after inadequate sleep. By comparison the buses are another country, all the aunties & uncles, the old folk who would be too confused with the rabbit-warren stations, the foreign labourers. Few months in a friend here pointed out the difference. Since then never the train, always the bus. You can bump along on some buses, one or two routes in particular, without a single example of puffery of any kind, not one. If it wasn't SG I'd have to consider some kinda substance boarding the plane at this world class top-notch Changi. (How many times they photograph the little featured bullcrap arty installation there you wouldn't believe—a dancing wave of brass tears painted gold... Whenever I pass the monstrosity it's head bowed and fast pace, like the decent old Aussie housewives used to do passing a bloke having a piss against a fence!) Since air travel became so cheap the ferries that used to be are no longer—made redundant. So, on an island...
Get well soon Aven and back to the brushes. Put those lines & colours on paper. Still look at the repros you sent me. They still grip a viewer, take him by the short and curlies.
Cheers and best wishes
P
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