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Newest first. Short reads — one moment each, written before the day moves on without me.

Main article · 26 May 2025

What the Sirens Left at Block 248

Sirens from somewhere I could not see. The block going still. A memory that stays at the edge of hearing.

Kopi o kosong at the uncle's stall — the platform still empty when I leave.

Egrets on the long loop. The path stitching neighbourhoods together.

A dropped card. A hand reaching down. No speech required.

Same seat. Same hour. The final line before I close the cover.

Chye sim or xiao bai cai — a small decision at the market level.