The Witness Line at Chin Swee Road
Soup run, sirens, a blank space where facts should be. A logged perimeter only.
Logbook
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The Same Stall, Same Order
Saturday market. The auntie who knows my bag before I speak.
One Line Before the Light Goes Off
The nightly sentence at the kitchen table — ink, then sleep.
The Card Someone Picked Up
Dropped EZ-Link. A stranger's hand. The day continues.
The Shore Path at Low Tide
Evening walk. Water pulls back. A clean line along the sand.
The Ring the Cup Left Behind
Early kopitiam. Kopi siu dai. A circle on the table.