This post is about photographs, but this time, there's no poem.
I got this weird imagination. My mind seems to capture images like photographs! Visualizing scenes as though they would through a camera.
In the mrt: The no eating, no durian, no gas sign. The standing bar. The handles. A sleeping man. A old person with sparkling eyes.
Walking to my work place: the car under the parking sign. A old bicycle. The old man who always hang out at the benches near the greenery.
At my work place: nothing much. People laughing?
After work, walking on a different shorter path to the mrt station: cars going down the roads!
But I missed this one out. Quite disappointed by it. The slippery floor sign in the tunnel of the met station towards my work place! It was there last year. Now it's gone!
I got this weird imagination. My mind seems to capture images like photographs! Visualizing scenes as though they would through a camera.
In the mrt: The no eating, no durian, no gas sign. The standing bar. The handles. A sleeping man. A old person with sparkling eyes.
Walking to my work place: the car under the parking sign. A old bicycle. The old man who always hang out at the benches near the greenery.
At my work place: nothing much. People laughing?
After work, walking on a different shorter path to the mrt station: cars going down the roads!
But I missed this one out. Quite disappointed by it. The slippery floor sign in the tunnel of the met station towards my work place! It was there last year. Now it's gone!
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