Island Letters - POSKOD.SG
For those of us who grew up in the 1990s, to be contactable on the move meant requiring several elements to align – having a pager, a phonecard, and a public payphone within stomping distance: none of us ever took for granted the act of getting in touch. This was a pre-mobile phone age when we could only ever receive telephone calls in our homes, and when caller ID was still rarely available. The magic resided in never being certain who was on the other end of the line till the very moment their voice carried across. Arranging to meet often rested on a flimsy but necessarily strict premise of place and time. Any deviation from either would land both parties in a limbo where all one could do was search for a public payphone to send a page, or sit tight and submit oneself to the vagaries of fate and chance.
