the days go by, all at once fast and slow, and accordingly we are dilligent and lazy. which is to say, we are doing plenty of nothing.

we hang out at the local playground — just before sunset the previous evening, a small boy practised his trumpet, solo; this morning, three high school kids smoked cigarettes and thrashed about to tinny metal — and we go to muji, and we eat.

yesterday, post-dimsum, we fell into a booth at a japanese dessert cafe and ordered treats all-round. mine was a maccha parfait: from the bottom up, clear jelly, maccha jelly, whipped cream, corn flakes, more maccha jelly, a scoop of maccha ice cream, a swirl of maccha soft-serve, two slices of tinned peach, and a crisp wafer.

(pre-dimsum, we ate too many slices of kaya toast at the kaya toast place in the belly of the local mall.)