On the Receiving End

After the newspaper all the turgid crud one has perforce swallowed day by day here over this long stretch on the billboards, in the retail quarters and then borne by the poor sorry sods like a cross everywhere they go. Above all it was the youth one felt for herded through the housing towers, the schools and malls. STRAWBERRY LEAGUE on the left drowning the retina and PING! electric impulse flooding the brain before you could say Jack Robinson or look away. Opposite at the table ROMANITE – For Pride and Glory black hoodied lad hunched over his books. Crowd spilling onto the floor of the 8^th offered a soft bespectacled Indian pal of the first lass sporting The Same Is Tame. (Pass mark for rebellion in the Singapore frame.) All the sudden inspirations between breakfast and lunch of the designers in the lofts through this region. (Easy to differentiate the native linguistic flair of Anglo-American copy.) Little mouse eyes caught in the trap. School was back Monday. (Correction: possibly read Homanite—a movie tie-in?) Strawberry  was fleecy woolly, matched with pink underwear briefs as it happened that had ridden high on the girl’s thighs. Beside Homanite sat a contented blank maroon hoodie chum unfussed—perhaps there was something on his chest. Yes, in the tropics still: fiercesome aircon here at the best of times and on an overcast day like today with drizzle started again Siberia.                                                                  

                                                                                         SG National Library, late June 2016