A History Geography of Amnesia
Something I said (by accident) struck me. “Singapore is a place too small for memory”. Am reminded of Alfian’s “A History of Amnesia”—apt title for a nation in constant progress (and hence, constant moulting, forgetting, and abandoning). Sure, we have our National Education curriculum, but is what they teach really history—stripped clean and sterile as it is? Sentimentality is saved for purposes of patriotism, not for uneconomical self-indulgent nostalgia. Memory lives only in the mind because physical space is too valuable, sadly.

Also am reminded of my grey the2ndrule T-shirt, which I bought because of the thought-provoking text:

"Tank, I need an exit

Jack is trapped. In a very small place. Where his sentences can't. Be more than five words. Long. A short space to think. Even shorter to do. Jack can breathe, just barely. He walks out of the h... No, doesn't make it. Tries to pick up the ph... Didn't make it either. Did he ask for this? Did he put himself there? Jack doesn't know. He can't think that long. Ago."

Substitute “Jack” and the associated pronouns for “Singapore”. Bingo. History of Amnesia, indeed.

Hm. Some of my blog entries begin to look like potential theses or, at least, essays.