Monday, 9 January 2006

The immense sky

He looked at the immense deep black sky, nothing like that purple evening light of Singapore, filtered as it was through dust particles drifting up from Sarawak or Kalimantan or somewhere. He looked at the constellations, every few months a new set. He thought about the shifting constellations and a sunset that changed time and the clocks that needed to be moved back and forth twice a year and how nothing was fixed.

Ain’t it funny how time slips away.

More fragments of fiction



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