It takes a while for the static noise to reverberate, to familiarize itself into the grainy faraway voice and then “Supercalifriagilisticexpialidocious” starts playing so I watch the needle of the turntable sink into the smooth grooves of the vinyl making revolutions on those faint lines.
Here comes the arbitrary silences after each track, a pause in the air without any significant presence. Then I realise it's during these moments, during occupied events when I least expect it, something tries to edge between the small recesses of time. It's during these momentary silences when everything freezes, like today on a winter morning when I was steaming char siew pau’s for breakfast, walking down the stairs holding the railings, arranging my desk or putting on music.
They come in small and painful sizes. Without any ribbon or gift tag that says "Happy (occasion)!" or anything else. Just in its own form, neutral and unbiased. They make me realise that I am feeling worst that I want to admit.
Afterwards, Mary Poppins continue to sing... "a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down, in a most deee-light-ful way!"
... and I don’t feel like I’m ready to go home yet.
Here comes the arbitrary silences after each track, a pause in the air without any significant presence. Then I realise it's during these moments, during occupied events when I least expect it, something tries to edge between the small recesses of time. It's during these momentary silences when everything freezes, like today on a winter morning when I was steaming char siew pau’s for breakfast, walking down the stairs holding the railings, arranging my desk or putting on music.
They come in small and painful sizes. Without any ribbon or gift tag that says "Happy (occasion)!" or anything else. Just in its own form, neutral and unbiased. They make me realise that I am feeling worst that I want to admit.
Afterwards, Mary Poppins continue to sing... "a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, the medicine go down, in a most deee-light-ful way!"
... and I don’t feel like I’m ready to go home yet.
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