Echo Nest
A small nest for the things I would otherwise forget.
I keep this desk for ordinary evenings — kopitiam steam, canal paths after rain, the lamp I switch on before writing. Echo Nest is not a publication or a programme; it is one person's shelf of notes from Blk 712 Yishun Street 71, where the window faces the park connector and the kettle always reaches a second boil.
If you are new here, start with any log below — they share the same plain card shape on purpose. The Chin Swee note sits first because it lives at the root URL, not because it outranks the others. I write in Singapore English, mostly about Yishun and Khatib, sometimes about routes that carry me south toward town. Nothing here is for sale; nothing asks you to subscribe. Read slowly if you can.
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"Some notes are ballast — weight you choose so the day does not drift entirely."
