Lookin for love ...

She's not exactly young by any standards. Sometimes her make-up at night when she's expecting visitors, is gaudy. She sits there waiting expectantly. Just like women everywhere, you can look but you can't touch. For a few dollars, she promises you a good time. But still, young men shun her - been there - done that - even her "special offers" fail to entice. Entering her, she's cold, frigid, empty. Some say she moans softly at night but to most she's just ... well disdainfully lumpy - with many dark and sometimes hairy corners that even the brave nary to venture. She remains hungry ... never giving up hope in her search for love.

Fantasies of the Unconscious - Fire in the Sky

I’m sure I had been told the story before … probably years ago but it was since forgotten. The subject came up purely by chance a few weeks back during one of my long-overdue visits to my mother’s place.

“I’m going next week to the Kranji War Memorial,” I announced. Well up to that point it was a rather dull conversation so even an intended visit to a graveyard had an edge of uplifting excitement.

“Don’t forget to visit your grandfather” she intoned.

“Huh?” was my reply.

Mum rolls her eyes to heaven (yeah sarcasm runs deep in the family) … and so the story was retold.

The Walrus and the Carpenter

The Walrus and The Carpenter
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.


The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"