SPACED OUT
where has all the time gone? march has silently ushered me into my fourth month of gainful employ without consent nor awareness. time’s inexorable momentum feels almost like a physical force when life marches rhythmically to deadlines and schedules. it is most alarming and so i insist the dramatic ebb of personal time when one moves from a buoyant, almost reckless culture to the mandated rigours of worklife must be cushioned by some sort of detached mindlessness. as i tread the same landscapes repeatedly and as sleep and journeys overlap at the end of days my mind is at large, my heart is not here. wrapping hypothetical pockets of space tightly around myself in defense, i am ridiculously separated from reality.
i want to do EVERYTHING.
JUST ANOTHER DAY AT WORK
shopping for brains. ; )
CITYLIGHT DINER
september was nomadic, a now-memory of transitory faces and places where i should but did not rest. workerly resolution notwithstanding, i landed myself first in a horrifying quasi-dictatorship world of office cubicles and canteens, left in four days for the infinitely more comforting ghetto that is twigmedia, which i left again after a fortnight for the f1 grand prix in the wonderful, exhilarating city.
the latter concluded together with the month at a quiet house party for six, where H and i coaxed our minds into delirious whirlwinds over champagne and f-language. in the balcony above the singapore river i dropped all bohemian pretense and decide that this is where i want to be, where i need to work towards. overlooking tiny lives and amidst monolithic skyscrapers, feeling the pulse of a million glittering lights.
TWO SPACES
the twigmedia office is quite the lumber room. giant red lanterns hang off the ceiling, ornamental spears and swords taller than myself rest in hidden corners and two talkative parakeets parley actively, particularly during lunchtime, in the workshop downstairs. all art studios should be like this, haunted by grime and lost treasures – careless wonder is a such lovely state for a meandering mind to be in.
as with all things sinful – i shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be, shouldn’t be back behind the bar – bartending in the mclaren-mercedes suite was huge fun. working again with ashley was delightful, especially after she persuaded the kitchen into bartering sushi for cocktails. the free flow was wicked, as was the beautiful crowd. yes lewis hamilton was around, close enough for me to see he’s got perfect skin but too well guarded for actual contact.
