4. Disorganized Things
xxx The Botanic Gardens after a storm. The apartment after a party.
xxx Before the command to come to attention, the enlistees relax in various states of sleep, their rifles entangled with their limbs.
xxx When I cross the checkpoint into Johor Bahru, I cannot help observing that the trees that are planted in regimental intervals now sprout in confusion. The city has poured and set around them, and not they for the city. If the trees have given the pleasure of pattern before, they now surprise with their surge of green.
xxx Disheveled hair.