By Saleha Sehgol; Edited by Yaron Gu Tabula rasaOr back to square one?That mask,Second skin.Seasoned hecklers,Second season.Peak hour drones,A haunting threnody of cicadas and mynas.To every crevice this hollowness reaches –Not quite, for it fails to appease the beaches. Crimson fury dribbles and spitsHow are the bearings still not