The rain seems to portend the passing of a year, a torrent of emotion no
longer being held back. Yet it is also as a waterfall in some run-of-the-mill
adventure story, a diaphanous veil concealing treasure beyond, the Ding an sich, the hidden reality of
which I wish to speak but am unable to. That failure to describe reality is
itself the reality which I must describe.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Rain
It is pouring as I write, almost as if someone is desperately trying to
hit the rainfall quota before the end of the year. It has been pouring the
whole of December since I’ve been back. So there is winter in Singapore after
all. I never known the difference between seasons to be so drastic. Had I
merely never noticed, or is global warming moving up a notch?
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