i can’t describe the quiet of that road. it was dense and light at once, it was old and perhaps came there many many years ago, maybe centuries, and decided to stay on. even as the skyscrapers rose, the mrt lines went underground, the helicopters lifted up straight and went toward the sunset, and the shopping centres got bigger. even as the birds sang on the hooked poles near the hdb block for the aged, and chong pang became famous…
