Travel

Sleep On the Floor, Dream About Me / Songs for March

I’m in Oxford at the moment surrounded by wind & smoke & the in-betweens of bright chapped skin. I’m sitting in many small coffee shops & working my way through André Aciman’s Call Me By Your Name (I know, it took me forever, but it’s finally happening)—thinking of lines like we had the stars, you & I, & this is given once only—running into readers in the oddest of places, the loveliest most cerulean ways. I’m trying to hold onto what is left of this Europe trip, emblazon it into my memory, my soul, like a harmony that rests always on the tip of my tongue, never quite forgotten, thinking this happened, I was here, don’t lose this.

March’s mixtape contains the songs that have accompanied me through all these brilliant ephemeral things, proof of this, proof of me, proof of a moment, the stars given once only. I so hope you enjoy it. I love you endlessly.

With Innocent Monsters

“What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.” ― Charles Baudelaire

Just a few photographs from gorgeous Hong Kong. Family & I were there over the weekend - my first time visiting in a few years - & it was such a lovely way to begin 2018. Hong Kong sings & swoops with all kinds of magic. It's so different from Singapore, that tumbling terrifying chaos, the way streets pile onto one another, inhale exhaust & exhale stardust, full of moments of infinity, shattered & open & ridibund all at once.

My mother & I spent most of our trip playing public transport roulette, hopping on various public buses & jumping off at whichever stop most struck our fancy at that particular moment. Many beautiful hideaways were discovered in this manner - a wintry abandoned beach (photos 13 & 16), a tiny café with the oddest opening hours I've ever seen & the best banana bread I've ever tasted (photo 9), a library with spiral staircases only as dizzying as they were comforting (photo 6), mountains of molehills (photos 4, 15, 16, & 19), a small French restaurant with to-die-for crêpes (photo 7), art golden-bright & tender-stained art (photos 1 & 3), art sharp-soaked & snarling (photo 15). &, of course, the reason we were there in the first place - my baby sister had a concert with an orchestra from various international schools across the region, & though my hyperacusis was flaring quite a bit, I still enjoyed it immensely (photos 17 & 18). I love & admire musicians so much more than I'll ever be able to put into words.

They remind me of the city itself, in that way - noisy & brilliant, beloved & ever-moving. Swarming with the most innocent monsters. Alive & breathing. Here, so much here... in every sense of the word.

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p.s. hong kong 2015 & all of this is yours & love letters for more