It's Monday,
and my nose is running like
it's in the final stretch of a half-marathon.
A ton of stuff to do,
and yet I can't shake this feeling.
This thought I've been having.
Singapore is no longer home.
Or should no longer be my home in the future.
Aside from the ubiquitous cameras
at fucking bus stops and HDB estates,
they've also announced plans to make payment options
for public transportation completely cashless by 2020.
Something along those lines at least.
This is of course apart from the
intended launch of ERP 2 soon,
where every vehicle will be tracked in real-time.
Add to this the recent changes to the law
which further restrict free speech,
and it feels like I'm living in a very nice cage.
So long as you behave,
and say what you're supposed to,
and think what you're supposed to,
then everything will be fine.
I can't type for much longer,
so I'll end it with this:
It is time to move on.
Question is, where?
Well enough of that.
