footnotes
The rustic version of a city in nature
Turn right for another place, with the highway roaring just beyond
Writing about
I walk the city to notice its layers and shape. To observe the parts that are appearing and disappearing, and the ways people live their lives. The city and its weather imposes its rhythm. Walking is my thinking, and writing is to note what I see.
Turn right for another place, with the highway roaring just beyond
With the one who cares about Ubin
One kilometer for each revolution around the sun
Possibly the most boring walking route in Singapore