Ground Floor

If you want to reach me, the flat is real and the address below is correct. I am not a business and there is no reception desk — just a postbox and a lift that sometimes hums louder than usual on the fifth floor.

Email is best for longer messages or corrections. Telephone works if something cannot wait, though I am rarely quick after quiet hours. I do not promise response times because promises sound like service language and this is not a service.

Quiet hours here mean evenings after dinner, Singapore time. Morning walks happen early, but the phone stays silent until the coffee shop hour ends. If you are overseas, check the offset — I have replied to midnight messages thinking they were afternoon ones.

The map shows the MacPherson neighbourhood, not my exact unit. The pin is approximate on purpose. Close enough to orient you, not close enough to feel like a doorbell.

There is no form on this page and there will not be one. I removed the idea entirely after watching too many static sites pretend to send mail. Write from your own client, or call, or post a letter if that is still your habit.

If you read something that feels wrong — a date, a place name, a detail from a night I misremembered — tell me. Corrections are welcome. This blog is personal, but accuracy still matters within the limits of one pair of eyes.

Visiting in person is possible but unlikely — I am not running open house hours. The ground floor of the block is public; my door is not. Write or call if you need me; the lift will not know your name either way.