Transit Story

For some odd reason, everyone looks at the hustle and bustle of the city like it's a good thing. Everyone coming out of the train dressed in designer or pseudo-designer clothing, walking at breakneck speeds, all looking extremely focused. Or lost.
It's my first time ever working in the city centre. Like many young aspiring Singaporeans I've always wondered, and perhaps envied these people who seemed to be going somewhere. It's not an explicit desire or envy, it's an unexplainable what-if. And here I am, for a week now, in the crowd, headed at breakneck speed to a sliver of workspace high up in the air.
It feels like I'm being herded some place alien, and in the first few minutes I yearn for the safety of my 15 kilometre bike ride by the sea to my old workplace. Here I am an automaton, a robot, a zombie. Feels like it anyway.
But after a few years of work under my belt, I remember a wonderful piece of advice I've been given: that I have a choice. I can choose not to stare blankly ahead, or march to the beat of the crowd. So I opened my camera bag, took out my beloved camera and walked. Forget the crowded train. I am free, and there are so many ways to get home, many more interesting avenues to discover. Every option a new story.
And I could always choose to step behind my viewfinder and rediscover it.
<a href="" title="Esplanade Bridge, Singapore by Lucian Teo, on Flickr"><img src="" width="500" height="333" alt="Esplanade Bridge, Singapore" class="img-center" /></a>

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