singapore

/ singapore
location: uniform

place

Time is fast and space is slow.
Space is an attempt to place time. Vito Acconci, 1990

/ points of interest

location: www.joannepang.com

activity

the cloud enters into the house behind the curtain looking for another
in a distance, the fog is coming near pushing the sun further
one could also be further but the thoughts of the other is near
does distance matters or could another be already here
when the cloud enter into the house behind the curtain looking for another.

hat

only the head is rented to the bag man

/ 2 hats

location: above 2 heads

s

white socks, searching for shoes
shy swans, dipping into skies
round light, following tonight
siren eyes, running against mine
i, i, cannot but reply

space

a word is a room searching for doors
the window is the key on the floor
man, who is tall, is hiding in walls
touching the ceiling behind the door

room

the room is filled with people filling the room but when someone leaves the room, the room is left without any feelings. one is waiting for room.

/ a kind of filling

location: unknown

coat

the neon children running around the clock that is late takes the breathe of the father who is going further into the butter without any signal. between discovery and fantasy, the cup is toppling into the muddle of controversy. the waste, the biological waste, is a close case between the rotten bananas and the tea bags but of course it ends up in same paperbag. finally moving towards the dimension of the blue plane, the missing heart kisses the swirling eyes in wild wine, taking an unexpected leap into the forest to search for a good sponge that could contain the answers for the new door guy. at 4am in the morning, it was not cold.

move

to move because time moves you to

m

the moon was cutting lines

how could i face your eyes

beside the rising sun

i wait for later times

leaves

when my feelings are leaving me, can i leave them with you

eggs

/ 2 eggs

location: 1 egg

r

the road is coming back stones will fall asleep again

he

the window is open closing my eyes

he is close by, his open eyes

to close the window to open my eyes

his close eyes, is closing by

is closing by, is closing by

close my eyes.

line

the moonlight returns to the house to answer the line but one is not ready to deny that to hear it, is to be blind.

side

one is outside, the other inside

when the other is outside, one is inside

if we are on the same side, there is no different sides

but if we can be indifferent to our sides,

the inside is outside and outside inside.

l

i hold on to a cup of tea

drinking the time that passes me.

and when the weather is finished,

it is then, that i will leave

change

it changes colour and colour changes it

so if its colour is to be going to be changed,

and change changes the colour,

what then, does change change

cold

the wind blows

its getting cold

slowly, slowly

i close the window

i

i ask the eye of the mirror that i see, who is this i of the eye i see in this mirror that i see with this eye

–

the painting in the box wishes to fly but is too afraid to die

the blue hare watches the sky thinking of smoky flies

without reading, a book is colouring and also forgiving

white noodles drying in my eyes, i shall not cry

try

the flies that try only dies

/ funeral for flies that try

location: mustarinda

m

the heart cycles

into the rain

of  picking something

but not berries

nor the creamy

nothing fancy

but moments,

of moments

passing those trees

and into your eye

moment

morning stretching night
leaves sigh, opening
children’s eyes
pausing dreams inside

this moment crying alive
for who is beside this i
this sight, this life
is slipping me by.