Wednesday, 1 January 2014

(Lets say hi to 2014)


There is no place in nostalgia
And certainly no nostalgia in the future of the past
Now, the corner cigarette-seller is gone, is perhaps dead
No, definitely dead, he would not otherwise be gone
He is replaced by the stamp machine
The old cook by the pressure cooker
The old Trisha-rider's stand by fire hydrant
The washer-woman by a spin dryer

And it goes on

In various variations and permutation
There is no future in nostalgia

Poem by Arthur Yap in The Space of City Trees

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