Notes from Whampoa

I write from a flat above the coffee shop, where the balcony rail holds washing and the river is a twenty-minute walk if the lights cooperate.

Short notes kept in the margin of the day.

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Memos cover coffee downstairs, river walks, bus windows, evening rituals. One memo recalls wet sirens near Outram in late 2025 without badge or headline treatment.

The catalogue sorts notes by weather headings — before, during, after rain — because Whampoa taught me to think in showers.

Balcony rail with washing across void deck
Linen texture in morning light
Balcony · after rain
12 Nov 2025

What the Streetlights Did Not Say

Chin Swee Road from my side of the wet light.

Stairwell tiles in HDB block
20 Jun 2026

Six in the Morning, Downstairs

Coffee steam
15 May 2026

Low Tide by the Flats

River walk
02 May 2026

A Window That Keeps Fogging

Bus window
18 Apr 2026

The Kettle Clicks Twice

Evening lamp
The margin is where the day keeps its honest fragments.

Whampoa evenings smell of coffee from the shop below and rain on the rail.

These memos are written for the margin, not the marketplace.

The river walk and the stairwell tiles appear often because they are honest landmarks.

Whampoa evenings smell of coffee from the shop below and rain on the rail.

These memos are written for the margin, not the marketplace.

The river walk and the stairwell tiles appear often because they are honest landmarks.

Whampoa evenings smell of coffee from the shop below and rain on the rail.

These memos are written for the margin, not the marketplace.

The river walk and the stairwell tiles appear often because they are honest landmarks.

Whampoa evenings smell of coffee from the shop below and rain on the rail.

Whampoa evenings smell of coffee from the shop below and rain on the rail.

These memos are written for the margin, not the marketplace.

The river walk and the stairwell tiles appear often because they are honest landmarks.

Whampoa evenings smell of coffee from the shop below and rain on the rail.

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