Closed our joint bank account today, it was fast but I waited 40 mins in line. The teller asks me what I want to do with the account book (It is all I need to close it). I say, would you mind destroying it for me? She says, yes, she will use the machine in […]Read more "Joint Accounts"
I make art because it is soul. Contrast these two phenomena: the mechanisation of life, the deconstruction of life, the mystery of life that science seeks to unlock; that moment of standing on top of a mountain, the moment a baby is born, the first experience of something new. It is easy to forget that […]Read more "A Reflection"
The background of a moving subway, a metro, a BTS, or MRT, you laid your head on my lap and I wrapped my arm around your chest, your back against my lap, my arm hugging you close in a position only possible in a dream, impossible otherwise. You and I are two nomads, happier outside […]Read more "A Nomad’s Home"
Kallang. Racing lights outside as the train cuts through space and time like an arrow through water. The man boards and finds a single seat. On the bar, leans a flirtatious, clearly committed couple. She’s dressed comfortably, only he has eyes for her. On the window, another less advanced couple, her lips still red for […]Read more "Along the Green Line"
But the conductor doesn’t make a sound. He depends, for his power, on his ability to make other people powerful. And that changed everything for me. It was totally life-changing. People in my orchestra said, “Ben, what happened?” That’s what happened. I realized my job was to awaken possibility in other people. And of course, […]Read more "The Conductor doesn’t make a sound"