The new Haruki Murakami website is just extremely nice, considering how the previous one was a sad excuse for a webpage of a critically acclaimed writer.

He continues to roll out new books and it’s making me feel increasingly anxious because I feel progressively incapable of catching up with the reading of his new books. I suppose a part of me will forever associate the reading of his books as being something pivotal in my school days and the coming-of-age period of my life, and now that I am out of school, while a part of me is hesitant to leave him behind, along with the dozens of habits that structured my school-going days, the rest of me questions how should I go about adapting that connection to my self in this new stage of life.

Also, the bus route I have taken for the past 10-odd years to get to my grandmother’s house recently changed its route and no longer goes through the familiar neighbourhood with the endearing places that house the bulk of my childhood memories.

Thank you, Transit Link, for that terrible decision.

It may be termed “progress”, “development”, “advancement”, whatever.

Change is change.


Understand less.

I understand you less and less.
I don’t care more and more.

So what if all these things fail naturally,
like raindrops fall.
These things happen inevitably,
as long as we continue to live and do more.
we just need to build another wall.

Deconstruct to construct.

Went to Daiso today to find that it has been renovated and its layout completely changed. It’s the Daiso that I’ve been shopping at since young, since it first opened at that mall. I believe it was either the first or one of the very first Daiso stores that opened in Singapore.

There’s construction going on in every area of my life, right beside my block of flats, malls and shops that I have been shopping at for a long time, at school, new malls, new shops, new roads. And it’s proving to be too much. Everywhere I remember I have forgotten because they have been changed, torn apart and put together again so differently that maybe they ought to be renamed.

It’s important to identify things, and it’s important to identify with things, because that’s how we begin to talk about things and that’s how they stake places in our memories. Memories, the thing that many people think it worthwhile to die in a fire for.

The adage goes, change is the only constant. I suppose I have to accept that things are all going to change all they want.

Will nostalgia always stay the same?