I mentioned last time that Singapore's "gleaming architecture, wondrous glass-covered skyscrapers, and spotless streets" felt as if they were devoid of humanity. When I got to downtown Melbourne, I again found myself surrounded
Last time, I discussed the juxtaposition of places, textures, and other facets of the built infrastructure that I encountered in Singapore. But as my time in Singapore waned, and eventually gave way to
I have so many questions. And I know that the answers, if they come at all, will only come with time. Looking back doesn't feel like it'll help me move forward. I don't
One of her parents recently quipped, "Is it the same box?" It's funny how such a short question can hint at a story that spans an entire lifetime. Like so many experiences with
"Let's get lunch." Lock door. Hold hands. Walk, walk, walk. Closed. Sigh. Hold hands. Walk, walk, walk. Finally. Pay. Eat. Leave. Hold hands. Walk, walk Look up. Newton's third law. For every action,
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