Vampires are truly dream figures. Wish totems, even.

Do you, Dear Reader, hear your own voice—or a voice, at any rate—in your head, which speaks to you?

What is it connects us?

To put it super bluntly, it’s scheduled mass hallucination (with snacks).

Dear Reader, I urge you to play along. What had I done, to be asked to meet the Principal?

The road winds. My favourite music plays. The route is familiar, and the other drivers considerate, and therefore distant, on the edges of my consciousness.

I think of this return post as a love song. I hope you can hear all of it—my joy and my gratitude and my wonder that I have you in my life.

What is a language? Also, “we are all neurons in a giant cosmic brain.”

I’d say Singaporean society is extremely hostile toward fiction.

Where do you find ideas for writing?

PlateUp! is a delightful restaurant game… and a great lesson in the meaning of “system.”

Whoever put the labels “lark” and “owl” in our heads did us no favours.