Caught part of a fascinating documentary just now on a form of Malay dance-drama called Mak Yong. A feisty young lady, one of the last practitioners of the art, was calling on the government for support. But the pervading tone of the programme was melancholic, I'm afraid. I don't think her voice will prevail, more's the pity.
The failure to remember is the ultimate betrayal, no?
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