sitting at a desk bit too tall for the standard chair, hands clutching a bowl of peppery chicken stock cabbage soup, the closest thing i can do right now to the suggestion of fish soup bee hoon that some boy in glasgow makes.

the more i consume, the more pain aches through my system. i'm not sure why but we concluded that between gastric and indigestion, gastric is when u have not eaten and your stomach hurts. indigestion is when u are full and your stomach hurts. since i am not the later, no harm trying to prevent the former.

listening to sunlight in a jar on loop. incidentally reminding me of the girl in singapore that is requesting an update.

the best part of today was 2 minutes spent in the great hall of my school at 2 plus pm. yellow pastel in my hand, knowing that the scribbles i am placing on this huge paper score sheet makes a difference to the bassoonist playing the yellow scribbles at 4pm. as does the people making random marks (as suggested in a diagrammatic key on a screen) in assigned colours contributing "instructions" to the obliging orchestra that will attempt to play it out in a few hours.

yellow chalk on three fingers, walking through the corridors, a souvenir perhaps, until reason forcibly washes the chalk off my hands and leads me onwards

to things not worth remembering