By Pavle Radonic
Briefly on Orchard picking up Paul olive & pomidoro, two small croissants with the dahl from Wadi fixing two vegetarian suppers. Up/down the escalators at Takashimaya, omitting Kinokuniya’s coloured piles, piped music and antiseptic. That could be left for another day. Crossing for Paragon, where virtue and honour immediately infused passing across the threshold. (Wondrous dizzying all-overcoming gumption. You smile through your teeth.) Muji third floor, essential oil shelves middle row by the cashier, door-girl having deserted her post making it easier. No surprise the ylang ylang was still not replaced; no-one was checking. Bummer. Ten days/two weeks now. Japanese Cypress gave a fine taste of the forest, but today the choice would fall on Rosemary, that would do just fine. Staunch, loyal ruzmarin, always good to find you there among the crowd; in the preparation for Greece more than fitting. Early days Bab had planted three or four shrubs and for the house down the road we added them in the garden beds front & rear. On the recent trip back down a couple of the older Yugo visitors had bent outside the Studio door to rub and savour the scent. Svjeta bilka, holy bush, both Orthodox and Catholics agreed. Perhaps two/three mil. the length of both forearms, right the way from elbows to wrists. In order to manage properly the bread needed to be placed on a lower shelf. There were no cameras and staff was busy. It would be embarrassing to be lectured by the manager and escorted from the premises; not that there was any illegality involved. Samples were for sampling, your Honour, right
Singapore 2011 – 2019
Australian by birth and Montenegrin origin, Pavle Radonic has lived in Southeast Asia for seven years. His previous work has appeared in a range of literary journals and magazines, most recently Entropy, Map Literary, Ambit, Big Bridge, Linnet’s Wings, Anti-Languorous Project, Citron Review and Orca Journal.
Image: Jean-Michel Othoniel‘s “Noeud Rouge,” Paragon, Singapore, photograph by Pavle Radonic.