(your sweet voice lets me know there is a choice)
I keep it in my card case with all my essential items: IC, ez-link, club membership, tap-card, epicentre passporte etc.
And I bring it wherever I go.
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I can't help but feel that, trapped on this speeding bus towards an unknown destination, I am suffocating. Outside, the light in the sky is faded, at that liminal point in time between day and night, the later stage of twilight where light is negotiable and yet you can barely see anything without an artificial luminous object. I can see my reflection in the window, a mirror against the almost dark outside. Horrifying. I don't even know what I'm doing here. It's stifling. I barely know anybody around me. The people I know best among all these strangers are in some other obscure corner of the very same bus, probably suffocating as well. As if the bus has picked only myself as the victim of it's claustral chokehold. The bus is speeding, but toward an indefinite terminus -- it is merely inching along the seemingly perpetual highway. How long more do I/we have to bear with this? We are trapped and speeding along the passage of time./
We are clamped by fate and wrung by the wrath of time.