A Singapore Diary: Part III
The plants will smother this city one day.
Was this the work of some nimble parkour athlete who did not want their umbrella stolen?
It was eventually removed. I wonder if some cleaner had to balance on a ladder to get it down. Or did its owner come back to reclaim it?
“Nothing dies, as long as the water, the trees, the bridges remember…”
From Boey Kim Cheng, ‘The Sea Remembers,’ The Singer and Other Poems, p. 23.
Learning about underground mycelial networks linking the roots of one tree to another has reshaped how I view fungi. Now each time I see mushrooms popping up, I wonder which neighbouring tree or plants they belong to. There is an interconnected world beneath the ground we walk on, and it is one we know so little about. Still so many mysteries underfoot; still so much to be enchanted by...
