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Somewhat Numb

Work, work, work, work, work. It’s left me a bit numb. I don’t greet it with a whole lot of enthusiasm, but I also don’t find myself reeling in disgust or anything either. Occasionally, I feel happy to wrap up a particular section, though these moments of gratification tend to be accompanied by brief how-much-longer thoughts a little after. It’s certainly been nothing drastic. I don’t go around wanting to beat myself up for having this job or anything, but it’s also not entirely comfortable.

I’ve noticed, however, that Bukit Merah is a strange project. As in, really strange. Funny. I wasn’t in planning on that, but it is. It hops here and there and I think it never really settles on a conventional identity of any sort. It just makes its own rules, I think. Some things that you and I think, No, that can’t be included here… Well, those things are in. They just float in and try to act inconspicuous.

It doesn’t always make the most imaginative sense, in a, uhm, hard to describe way. Like, just because you have a dragon doesn’t mean you have to make it breathe fire, you know? It’s certainly far more playful and wilful than The River, though not necessarily any less dark.

It’s a funny thing. I don’t even have any idea how it looks like. I’m just going along with it for now and hoping that in the case of an emergency, I’ll be able to patch it up later. It’s too late to try to rein it in too, anyway, because we’re almost at the end of it. Though, thinking back, I can’t say that there was ever a time where I knew I would do something like this. It’s just weird to the point of being unexpected, even to me. Yeah, I think the words ‘weird’ and ‘strange’ probably describe best how I see it right now. It’s a curious thing, even by my standards.

Well, here’s hoping that doesn’t mean it’s doomed or anything. I ought to know but I’m too numb to think.

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