The Pause
A pause at a kopitiam
In Ipoh, coffee is less an order than a rhythm. A morning begins with it, a meeting is arranged around it, and an afternoon finds its shape in whether there is time for one more cup.
The kopitiam keeps that rhythm: marble tables, a ceiling fan turning, the small sound of a cup set down. Nothing about it is hurried. That ease is what we wanted to keep in view.