ErikaSeized by mythology and its theatrics, courtesy of Jóhann JóhannssonA sound pierced through, drawing out a memory. RIP Jóhann Jóhannsson.Mar 6, 2019Mar 6, 2019
ErikaDay 14: Two Weeks. Notice.What I’ve noticed since embarking on my ‘write-everyday-for-30-days-plus-one-coz-August-hath-31’ c̶h̶a̶l̶l̶e̶n̶g̶e̶ journey:Aug 14, 2018Aug 14, 2018
ErikaDay 13: A Slice of the Red MoonI think the blood moon is still about. Whether it’s the eclipse or the effect of our polluted airs, I saw a sliver of a red tonight. The…Aug 13, 2018Aug 13, 2018
ErikaDays 7 & 8: It’s Ne’er Too LateMy company over the past two days were a vibrant bunch. In the meeting room so-called Ignite, our group gathered for show and tell with…Aug 8, 2018Aug 8, 2018
ErikaDay 6: Morning of the MundaneI woke at 3am. Then 4am, then 5am. I left the house at 5:20am and arrived at the underground station by 5:30am. My journey from east to…Aug 6, 2018Aug 6, 2018
ErikaDay 5: Verdant Green, Sherbet SkiesMy living room window opens up to a spectacle of green.Aug 5, 20181Aug 5, 20181
ErikaDay 4: Sights and (lack of) SoundsI came across a quote by Heraclitus saying, ‘Eyes are surer witnesses than ears.’Aug 4, 2018Aug 4, 2018
ErikaDay 3: 30°CThe electric fan has been relocated to the bedroom, where I shall soon retire. But first: a few words tapped and clicked out on a computer…Aug 3, 2018Aug 3, 2018