A night near Chin Swee Road
I had been at a late dinner in town and was walking back towards the station when the street felt different.
Roster
Every note on this site, sorted by when I usually draft them — not by calendar month and not by importance. The grouping is a habit of mine: weeknight pages tend to be shorter and sharper; Sunday pages breathe a little more. Neither group is better. Both are true to the week I lived.
Written on weeknights
Coffee shop at the end of the block
The kopitiam uncle knows my order before I reach the counter on weeknights.
River park at dusk
The park connector fills with runners first, then families, then people like me who walk slowly.
LRT ride home, window seat
I always try for the window on the side that faces the river.
Written on Sunday mornings
Green tiles on the stairwell landing
Our block still has the original tiles on the landing between the fourth and fifth floors.
Evening ritual at home
After the river walk I boil water and sit by the kitchen window for ten quiet minutes.
That is the full shelf for now. When I add a page, it will appear here in the group that matches the hour I typed it. Return via the Hearth for the longer introduction, or read the Handstamp if you are curious about who keeps this notebook open.
Approximate neighbourhood pin.