kemarau
it is so still. hasn't rained in over two weeks, except for brief gray and torrential spells that last no more than ten minutes. the air marks everything yellow. on saturday, i drove to KLCC using the ampang highway. the sun was completely round, hanging in between two buildings. an egg yolk sandwiched by two concrete biscuits. i can't breathe. inspiration is stifled by air that hangs heavy with relinquished anticipation. nothing seems edgy or promising. desire chokes from the asthmatic lungs of imagination. colour slouches heavy with vapid shadows. the only thing that grows are cracks, lengthening in twiggy grins. for the first time in a long time, i find myself asking, when is the country's musim kemarau?