Kind Of Temporary

We went over to our old stomping grounds in Geylang this afternoon, to take a misbehaving fan to a service centre located near-by, and to purchase a couple of desk calendars from Darul Arqam, the Muslim Converts' Centre opposite the Malay Village. Or, rather, opposite a big space where the Village used to be. It was never a 'real' village, essentially being an ersatz kampung intended for tourists. But it had been there for some years and, as a result, felt like a landmark of sorts.

The lesson is, of course, that we are in a place where it isn't wise to think in terms of landmarks. We have arrived at a future in which the past has little or no place.