sporeboy in delhi
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"Some are given that chance to live on soil that is not theirs. It is in this humility you lose yourself, or discover your soul."
Sporeboy has moved to Delhi from Singapore. Come share in his little journey. Better yet, be inspired to join him. Come.
Meanwhile, Sporeboy is hatching a plan to promote the arts and build a social enterprise at the same time. Check out http://thearthack.com.
Photography at cargocollective.com/nicfoo.
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alone again, naturally.
Delhi’s winter finally caught up with me. And I remember what it is like to be living alone.
My eyelids heavy. My eyes watery. I sneeze continuously. I cough profusely. Delhi’s winter finally caught up with me. I head home early.
I get into bed. 8pm. Considering I am one who gets under the covers at 2am rather regularly, it is strange to see 20:00 stare back at you from my watch dial. I pop pills to fight the shiver. I peek into my living room. Dark, empty, alone. It is times like these, when I am not engaged by my photography, writing, reading, chores, that I remember I live alone. That I utter no word each time I am in my apartment. I have even stopped singing. And especially at times like these, being alone and sick can be miserable. I recall hallucinating twice, once in London and another in Delhi, due to high fever. No one knew. I recalled moaning out for someone, anyone, during that time in London, but no one came.
After a whooping 11 hours of sleep (I usually get 3-4), I am awake. Stopped sneezing but still blocked nose. Make coffee. Make noodles, with egg for good measure. Make ready for yet another day at work. The life of the working class. The sense of loneliness of being alone passes.
But I don’t forget. And it is this that I look forward to a family of my own. Someday.
