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This restaurant is where I will try to consider the things that have happened in the past 24 hours.  On the way here, I saw a boy who wanted to ask me for something, something very important.  He was hungry, that much I gathered, but the rest of it was lost in languages.  His small hat reminded me of one that I had bought for my son before his mother and I decided that we could no longer go on.  It is a source of grief that comes back only at the end of some of the longer days, and the rest of the time, it is only a given circumstance.  This restaurant, Italian and smartly designed, will reimburse my own sense of purpose in the world.

Before the boy, I was walking and thinking about traveling.  I don’t normally get lost in thought, but sometimes in Singapore, I remember that I am not from here.  This makes me want to draw the line back to where I was before.  In the streets in Italy, there were too many people who were hungry, not enough to remember that there was a war, and just enough to fill the empty spaces with a bottomless want.  These are the stories I will tell my son, when I see him again.  For now, it is this city-state, this restaurant, and the evening ahead of me.  I put my fork in front of me by the napkin, and wonder about how things sometimes fall into place, and how they sometimes need help.  It is probably for the best that one cannot smoke in here.

It was my obsession at one time to be considering the way the birds play in the park.  They sing to each other, they preen themselves and inspect each other, and they fight over food.  Here, I am thinking about the wife I once had, and the son that I miss, and when I have wine and salad before me, it is almost too much.  My dinner guest will be here soon.  In the meantime, there is enough, and in time, we all eat from the same bowl.