For years, I slept on one side of the bed. Even alone, I folded myself neatly into half a mattress, leaving room for a future body, an imagined weight, the shape of someone else's shoulder and their breathing in the dark. I became fluent in making space for the many you's that preceded you, each with their hands and their lips to reach for, each giving me a reason to stay close to the edge. I learnt to sleep as if love was something I had to accomodate, as if wanting meant sh

For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been traipsing through the hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of photographs Grandad miscellaneously treasured over his lifetime. There’s the many from his childhood spent donkey riding and sand car racing in Blackpool with his sister, Win; even as a wee boy, and regardless of how ill-kept the photo may be, his mischievous grin is so easy to spot in a blurry crowd of many. There’s also bucket loads from his time in Changi and Sembawang, Singa