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Dog Days

A dog dies and it doesn't know when. Even if it did, it would have been wagging his tail nonetheless.


"I don't have a story to tell."


My life isn't sad enough to make something beautiful, because when I finally found my peace and joy, there was nothing left in me to create something special. I'm not special.

I'm not special because I,

I'm too happy?



What now, then?
When your back is turned away from the silent void, when you need not hear your echoes for another ear is there to receive it. No longer thrown away into the thrash.

I go out now: my bicycle is tied to my art I guess. The more I descend down that tiny hill, wind in my hair, sweat escaping my pores, completely quotidian - free from that backpack that I threw on the parade floor. I'm done with the rat race.

I'm done, I told my mum.

--

Yesterday, Tango took me by surprised. Two and a half hours, family drama, gays, lesbians, aunties, Hong Lim, and penguins. The boy sat in the middle of the stage on a 2D plane. Lights on him, he reveals to his aunty on a HDB stairway that he, likes boys.

Gosh, here we go - I instinctively react. My base level of skepticism takes a hold of my person - but my heart tremors and eases into a break all the same. I feel it in my eyes as soon as I force the immediate thoughts out. It was beautiful.

Later, he stamps on the floor in recounting an encounter at a public toilet. His arms flailing, head down: his presumable tears realise in me a pain - no - a... piece of me I had chosen to forget.

Why do art? Why write? Why overlook your inadequacy and keep persevering on?

Why reject the race?


I tell myself now,

It is worth it, and it will be worth it.

Nights like this, nights you have neglected through your petulant impatience - they'll visit you again.
Strike up the word doc and keep on going.

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