While looking into these people's cars, you wonder how many of them will still be alive in ten year's time. How many of them won't own the same car. In a hundred years time, these people will probably be dead. And so will you. And the absurdity of people rushing to nowhere starts to hit you.
Homocide: Murder One
Something's come over me today. When I was coming from work today, I felt like killing someone: that someone could have been anyone, could have been me, her, him, it, that guy over there, that girl over there, anyone. If Singapore had allowed guns, there might have been a homocide reported today, and if I... Continue Reading →
World vs. Me
Written in anger against the world, this is one of my favourite pieces.
Donn, fragments 