Routine amongst rogue August 12, 2016 Making even the darkest sublime, our job. This slow suitcase of our work. Can’t tell work from rubbish, Part One. Can’t tell work from rubbish, Part Two. If I stare long enough, Part Three. If I move them about, Part Four. I will keep you somewhere, To Be Continued. His eyes are there… Hero, the blackest cat with the voice of all voices. The voice that saved him and three other trapped cats. Living in the city means his collar will get lost. Again. And again. I cannot decide if this shows off his crescent eyes… Or this. Chinese crescents. Chinese. At the lake, fruits. Russian. Frozen, ballet. Anatomy of Performance by Ngiap Heng, a fellow Joo Chiat denizen. Beautiful and green with no envy. Small and beautiful, knows no war.