Singapore stopover

Singapore is a sterile city: antiseptic and unabiding, and runs like a well-oiled unbreakable system.  Everyone goes about their business happy or not, everything in place, sky-scrapers look down – insignificant me. I wander out of the city centre station, map in hand and route carefully planned out, only to become completely disorientated and crawl back underground like a mole popping up in the wrong molehill.

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