Puppet show staged outside Roxy Square
Took this on the 15th day of the Chinese lunar 7th month (which translates to 14 August) on my way back from the usual Thursday lunch.
It's been aeons since I saw a puppet show, much less something like this and I felt that I just had to document this permanently for keepsake, in case this tradition vanishes completely.
There wasn't a single audience so I guess it's only natural that I drew weird stares when I stopped and played audience for a while.
Musicians behind the performance
Not that it slipped my mind, just that there's been too much inertia, hence the delay.
I think about it from time to time. About why there weren't any audiences.
About what the story was about (because it was in Hokkien/Teochew and I didn't quite catch what they were singing).
About how the troupe survives and whether they survive to prevent tradition's demise or to just to earn enough dough to get on with life.
About whether this is something about passion or pragmatism or both.
About whether the performers wondered if I'm human or why I stopped to take some shots.
I think too much oftentimes.
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