My narrative ideal space
Imagine, if you can, a HDB house, of different shapes and sizes, stacked like the Tetris. It is lighted from a play between the shadow and light. It is the day, yet it is dark. It is the night, yet it is bright. There are no apertures for ventilation, yet the air has a lingering sense of a woody, fragrant smell. There are no musical instruments, and yet, at the moment when the world turns dark, this room is throbbing with melodious sounds. An ecosystem of the living and non-living exists in this space. And in this co-relationship, there is a rivalry among the noise and the sounds.