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"
Life is alway full of surprises and demolished expectations. That quick moment of touch on his forearm. Skin on skin. A friendly gesture, a dry hand shake. It lingers. **** He had given up dating that month, it wasn’t much of a sacrifice or as dramatic as it sounds. He still hooked up with two […]Read more "Musings of S"