I took the stick of sugar out of my breast pocket and gave it to the homeless woman. Not sure what good it be to her but I felt a sense of heaviness lifted from my chest.
Today at work I teared as I was making desserts. Perhaps it was my incompetence in dealing with peak hour rush or knowing that it’s high possibility that I will return to Singapore and feel smaller than I ever will. Or perhaps I was sorry for myself for bring drunk, intoxicated and foolishly so.
I went outside and fought the pigeon. How does chocolate taste like to them? Is it sweet like the way we enjoy it? Or maybe pigeons have got different tasting sensations. Dry, hard, left over chocolate might be bitter to them. They come back for more because they too are foolishly in love with what hurts more than what pleasures.
Oh Pigeons! You fools! You fool…
