singaporebugtracker
Fire Tornado, Singapore
Lake Of Fire And Brimstone -
My parents had warned me never to play with fire but one of the most mischievous things I ever did as a child, was carrying out what they said not to. On one occasion when nobody was home, I struck a match to watch how fire would prance on a stick because some things can only be seen when you ignite the flame. Recently I had the opportunity to watch the fire blazed again, this time through a fire tornado demonstration. Nature’s fury never lost his charm and was mesmerizing as yesteryear. As they tossed the spark into the gasoline-filled arena, a snickering fire appeared and morphed quickly into a twisting column of volcano larva, shooting six meters high. I could feel the heat searing my face yet I stare at it without blinking. At the bottom of the fury, an orange man in hooded cape and an oddly shaped frog were guffawing as they swirled in the ring. When they were stirred up and melded into unrecognizable forms on the eye wall of the cyclone, their chortling became muffled screams. Mystic beings struggled to keep afloat but I offer no hand or safety vine and watched in mixed emotions as they drowned one by one. As rain falls and collects in pools, fire ascent and strews souls.
Fire Tornado, Singapore
Lake Of Fire And Brimstone -
My parents had warned me never to play with fire but one of the most mischievous things I ever did as a child, was carrying out what they said not to. On one occasion when nobody was home, I struck a match to watch how fire would prance on a stick because some things can only be seen when you ignite the flame. Recently I had the opportunity to watch the fire blazed again, this time through a fire tornado demonstration. Nature’s fury never lost his charm and was mesmerizing as yesteryear. As they tossed the spark into the gasoline-filled arena, a snickering fire appeared and morphed quickly into a twisting column of volcano larva, shooting six meters high. I could feel the heat searing my face yet I stare at it without blinking. At the bottom of the fury, an orange man in hooded cape and an oddly shaped frog were guffawing as they swirled in the ring. When they were stirred up and melded into unrecognizable forms on the eye wall of the cyclone, their chortling became muffled screams. Mystic beings struggled to keep afloat but I offer no hand or safety vine and watched in mixed emotions as they drowned one by one. As rain falls and collects in pools, fire ascent and strews souls.