oh! two singapore trees are featured in this guardian article! the substation bunyan, long gone now, under which, as a teenager, i first heard alfian sa’at read, surrounded by my classmates. we were in our school uniforms still, new-minted highschoolers all of us, watching him read (his angry poetry had seemed something exciting and subversive in those days), and the moon was high.) and the clement briend tree projections outside the national museum, which i saw last year. the same tree this year is covered with another french installation, chickenwire birds of an indeterminate species, aglow with eerie light.
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