#199

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Hanuman and Daughter of the Sea
It is difficult to imagine that people who willingly live in a place like Singapore. Yesterday I felt positively ill as I sat in the back of Ma's car and we negotiated traffic to get Alex from tuition to send him home. This is completely wrong. Life here is not right. It's certainly not right for me.

The climate has changed. From being just unbearably hot, it has become dry as well. That hot dryness which I associate with southern Europe in the summer is now here. It is not right. I had a ringing headache - a heatstroke and a cold from the airconditioning - plus, I am fairly sure, I am also experiencing mild EMP poisoning. It is impossible to think clearly. It is wrong.

The unhappiness with which the people here are filled with is just off the scale. Today we encountered many many instances, especially in encounters with strangers. People are so bad tempered and impatient. I felt such sorrow at the end of the day. All these riches, all this wealth and it all adds up to literally, nothing. The empty truth, the non-fulfillment derived from the satiation of the Seven Deadly Sins is pure maya. Here in Singapore, it is as if it was created specifically for that purpose. How can one have so much and yet have nothing at all?

How would I structure life here if I lived here? How? I am asking for reasons of sanity. I go running and swimming, as I did yesterday. Worked on a tremendously meaningful business plan. Did reading of Mahabharata, met with friends. Hung out with Ma. Hung out with the boys. Ate this and that.

The running is going really well though. Love the running. I feel so strong and able. If I keep this up I will be reasonably fit when I get back I am also getting lots of stretching. Oh, and I wrote the start of a short story - it is supposed to be able Atlantis, and somehow it has placed a young girl, around 11, as the protagonist. It just flowing... Atlantis... Yes, I must write about Atlantis. I can't keep holding it back anymore.

OK, 45 minutes before I get up. Will go to bed and try and get some sleep, will probably fail... but I can do my writing when I get up at 4 am. It is such a lovely story.

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