This is Adam

He's loud and obnoxious.  And he's from Sweden.  He taught me how to say this.  Prata svenska.

i saw myself

Quietly sitting on the train back to Boon Lay, i listened to the Radio Dept. and gazed down at a sea of dirty feet.  People came and left through the train doors, pushing and bumping into each other the way the Singaporeans do.  A woman sat next to me with grocery bags and a face that told of long days and a life of difficulty.  I readjusted myself in my seat and leaned on the plastic wall that bordered the doorway.  A family entered the train and i found myself transfixed on them with unblinking eyes.  The woman sat still and eyed her two boys who sat between herself and her husband.  The man sat opposite the boys, staring off into nothing looking slightly detached from his situation.  The older boy who looked about ten years old sat holding his hands in his lap.  He wore a cotton shirt and shorts outfit in orange and beige with a blue cap on his head.  Often times he would glance at his little brother who sat restlessly in his seat.  The younger boy also wore the same outfit in opposite color scheme with a red hat and large ears poking out from the sides of his head.  He looked at me and gave the unrelenting stare that children give.  Deep and hard with curious eyes.  I noticed the mother also looked in my direction at times, watching me observe her and her family.  She sat with a sense of motherhood and endearment that reminded me of my own mother.  Patiently giving everything she could for the betterment of her boys.  She leaned over and said something to her husband. They both laughed and smiled at each other the way good friends do.

I wore the red hat.