The trip was planned to take place somewhere out of time, someplace where there was no address, and there was a promise that there would be no memories to take along, when things were over. This was a promise because of the things that I once saw, and the things that I can’t forget over there. In these times, we sometimes forget even how we woke up that morning before it’s even time for lunch. Other times, it’s impossible to forget the way some things feel on the tongue. I could have been just as easily entertained with a side order, but this was turning into the whole meal, and the main course was still so very far away.
His reputation was still rather impeccable, even after all this time, where there were surely some truths about him that made their way around the literary circles. I would try to do my part to keep it as spotless as possible, if for no other reason than we did not want to remember it any other way. It would be simple. Meet in a Chinese Restaurant first, then discover the news in our particular disciplines, and then perhaps, see something of Singapore, but only if there was time. Secretly, I sensed that there would of course be time, but that was only because it was an obvious side effect of our meetings.
When he was talking about his work, that is when things would start to open up for me. There were worlds that were bright green and red coming from his tongue, and I could never see his eyes, so could not describe the excitement, although the manner was certainly of someone who was excited beyond measure. The biggest impression still was and is one of mystery. I don’t know how he managed that for so long, and never gave a clue that would ever reveal himself. Perhaps he had nothing to reveal.
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