Chinatown Complex, Singapore

Death of A Clown

A story by Jon Gresham

"I wanted to remind him that he left home with a head shaped like a cabbage, loose wild hair and a large snub nose like a squashed plum. I wanted to remind him how he cavorted with nonchalant carefree trapeze artists. That his laughter was like speaking in tongues. That he was perpetually stressed and striving and battering his way through life up against the mess of things. That he was the most selfish individual in the universe.

"Well. I'm going to die. What do I care? I've got no regrets … because I can't remember a thing."