:: Invisible Spaces, Invisible People ::
Read in today's LIFE! the feature on Tan Pin Pin and her latest documentary, Invisible City.
Apparently, Invisible City chronicles the ways people attempt to leave a mark before they and their histories disappear.
That reminded me of Twelve Stories.
Just that Twelve Stories depicts people and their histories disappearing,
Not them attempting at leaving marks.
I have yet to see her documentary (and I hope to), but the article in LIFE!
Made me think about the little individual stories each character in the documentary
Weave as they attempt to document and preserve the blind spots
They choose to know and define as history, in our little island.
I think, because, I have, on many occasions, let my curiousity take over me
And find out more about the Singapore that I live in.
I have always wondered about the undeveloped areas of Singapore and how and why it is so.
I would have my fav chicken rice at Margaret Drive and then wonder.
Wonder about the entire stretch of forest behind the library and where it led to.
And why it is undeveloped.
Or drive past the Stevens Road exit on the Pan Island Expressway.
And ponder over the expanse of the cemetaries.
In fact I did, one day, check the street directory and drive into the cemetary.
To find out that both sides are connected by a tunnel under the PIE.
I did trace the origins of the Singapore River, back to Mac Ritchie Reservoir.
I wonder about the aged aunty who collects used drink cans at the food court.
Does she live alone? Will anyone realise if she fails to turn up one day?
I wonder about the people who get arrested and are put away.
When they disappear, what happens to the rest of the other related lives?
I wonder about the herd of singles that grow old and then disappear.
What do they do? Who takes care of them?
These invisible spaces and invisible people, do they matter?
M told me once, that his greatest fear, is to die alone at home
And be discovered only weeks after his demise, as a rotting corpse.
I wonder how often this happens in Singapore.
But I would think that, at most times, it is a "out of sight, out of mind" situation.
Spaces, and people will continue to fade into nothingness
As the hoi polloi get inundated with the sights and sounds of everyday, methinks.
If only we allow ourselves a moment each day to meditate.
And be heedful.
And what histories do we document besides a handwritten diary and a virtual blog?
Or do we need histories in the first place?
Should life be lived just for the moment?
Read about why Tan Pin Pin conceived this documentary.