Singapore

A fallen cannonball anemone, a single petal remaining, but heavy with scent and memory. On my infrequent visits to Singapore, I always make a beeline to the Botanic gardens, with its photogenic dragonflies and this curious tree.  Faced with the traveller's dilemma. What to see and do? What to drink and taste when there is so little time. . .  Should you narrow or widen the aperture? Deep but limited, or shallow and cursory?  Around and around in circles . . . Sleeping close to the Singapore river, every morning a slow pre sunrise run along the waters edge. Each day I’d trace the same path, the only variance my starting direction. . . I was surprised by the number of chickens strutting around unencumbered. I discovered retrospectively that they were the prototypal wild jungle fowl, unintentionally reintroduced, slimmed down, muscular and with beautiful tail feathers.  First the food arrives and then the hunger . . . I ate as much buah keluak  as I possible. One

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