Perdus

Traipsing around Chinatown/Bugis/little tucked away corners of Singapore nobody bothers about with Hanqing, wandering around poky little shops and buying dubious drapery tops with my mum, visiting gramps.

Wondered about the obligations we have to other people. If I didn’t have any, I would be so free but utterly depressed. Besides yourself and your family (~obviously), who would you want to live for?

And sometimes pictorial evidence of things that happened is just so contrived and desperate, I revived my rage against the meaningless-ness of facebook and it’s depiction of relationships. I have a million photographs with you but it doesn’t mean shit. Not after everything. Especially after everything.