All along Jalan Hang Tua red flags are snapping in the brisk morning breeze, signifying I know not what. And yet they mean something to me. Signs and wonders and warnings. Celebrations. The king is nigh, issuing his eternal decree. His kingdom of multiple billions of endings will not be delayed. This is the law. And I flee to all the usual places, seeking shelter, reassurance in the dependable pattern of habit, too petrified to pause. One more coffee, one more woman's smile, one more child's cry of glee. I had not known until this moment that I was so very deeply in love.
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