I find solace in the music at Wala.

Walking through underpasses at Orchard, feeling strangely like a tourist. Part of the crowd but most alone. Yami Yoghurt. Peach. Lovers holding hands pass me by. Once we were.

I board a bus and look out at the throngs of people. Feeling so alive. Thoughts that stretch time. I think of you. But you don't want to know.