today i went back to the bridge again. the fish were still struggling against the current. it seemed incredible that they have been doing this day in day out, for months and years. for all eternity, fish have been trying to swim against the current, yet they have been condemned to that spot forever. maybe they weren't trying to move anywhere at all? maybe they were just trying to keep their place? the irony is not lost upon us humans.
on a less burdened note, i got real close to a kingfisher (or some other fishing bird) today.those with brilliant blue wings. maybe Monsieur just got up from bed or have real bad eyesight, to not realise that it was somebody who was ?0 times bigger than him sitting on an ugly two wheel contraption. we stared at each other for a full two seconds, before he realized his folly and flew away.

i might have been influenced to write like Mr Humphreys. been reading his second book and he seems to enjoy nature in Singapore as much.