a collection of ramblings
The jumping spider scuttles along the edge of my bag, pauses, stares up at us with small black eyes. I stare back, entranced by the hairs on its body that is only slightly bigger than our fingernail. I put a piece of paper next to it, trying to coax it on; instead it hurries further… Continue reading Jumping
Pulau Ubin is the last rustic island in Singapore. Of course, here, the definition of rustic is flexible - but Ubin is about as rustic as you can get. There's no highway connecting it to the mainland: instead, you take a bumboat to get there. People still go fishing for their food. The coconuts grow… Continue reading Reed Life
somewhere up a tree 