What the Kerb Kept After the Sirens Passed
Distant sirens near Blk 51 — close enough to hear, too far to know what happened.
Journal
All slope-notes, newest first.
Midweek Kopi at the Corner Table
A slow morning at the Smith Street coffeeshop — kopi, tiles, and the table by the window.
The Walk Toward Havelock Before the Heat Left
Asphalt still warm underfoot, streetlights coming on, the slope descending toward the river.
Three Moves Left on the Void-Deck Table
Watching an unfinished game at Blk 8 — pieces, pauses, and the clock no one checks.
Receipts Under the Landing Lamp
Sorting months of paper under the warm bulb on the fourth-floor landing.
Saturday Greens at the Complex
Early morning at Chinatown Complex — kangkong, coriander, and the stall auntie's blunt advice.