While resting atop a cliff, this elder gentlemen appeared to seemingly mind the waterfall. Immediately, the scene turned surreal. It felt so anachronic that I wondered then if I – not the beautiful Indies or the sarong-clad Balinese gentlemen – was the one who was misplaced in time.
In a fictional reminiscence told in first person, Lyone’s response wove in the possibility of familial longing and obligation, essentially transforming the image into an unsaid eulogy by a youthful grandchild ruminating on their grief.
Writing by Lyone Sng
Visuals by Celeste Choo