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Psychological Transit Notes, Singapore

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Night food market across from Fu Lu Show Complex, stall after stall clad in foam and polymer plastic, covered with laminated color prints of laksa bowls, tou foo and noodles and neon-colored jelly desserts. Everything here is good, if a single dish was not, its vendor would be driven from their stall by a mob of blue-collar workers. Here, they gather to slurp mie and use their Samsung phones to watch the amped up stuff that evolved from american sitcoms in the studios of Chengdu. The satay tou foo may be the best chinese I had in months, despite the knifelike edges of the thin plastic spoon they handed me to ensure I finish every last drip of the spicy sauce. (03-28-17)

Lounging on one of the grey stretchers that line the Park Royal’s fifth-floor pool, the sounds of Pickering Street blend into Carsten Joost’s Ambush playing on my headphones. Unable to separate the faint pink noise that softly lines the track from the humming of cars. Singapore is measured and efficient, foregoing the transitional elements of urban life. Citizens and visitors alike are expected to be driven, moved, teleported from capsule to capsule, all but removing the urban fabric as ground for experience and life. There is soft light and well-kept brutalist architecture. There is Perrier with lime and always a hawker stall close by. Nowhere to be found is Tokyo’s depth and profoundly logical spirituality nor Seoul’s frantic pace and ubiquitous lust for consumption. It is an irritating place, but by now a far cry from Disneyland with the Death Penalty. An amalgam of soft places, connected by a pragmatic system of hyperlinks. An exceptionally fine void has formed around me, from the greenery draping concrete isohypses above to the domes of Esplanade, extending to the far right of my view. I am at ease, but the calm does not reach my heart. It may be emotional boredom, it may be my restless nature. (04-12-17)

The faint iridiscent glitter of small square tiles rushing past below me, reflecting Singapore’s hazy cloudscapes, distorted by my lazy swim strokes as I dive the length of the pool, imagining the view of an southeast asian metropolis gliding past, wondering whether it will still be there when I open my eyes. (04-12-17)

(Aus meinen Reisenotizen in Singapur.)

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