Monday, May 24, 2004

The 7-eleven guy knows me now, as do the 186 driver, the Robinson Towers security guard and the Indonesian who takes the 5.15p.m. 855 from Farrer Market like I do. I've settled into a routine that I'm both impatient and reluctant to abandon. As much as there is a lot I can't wait to leave behind, there is still a lot I miss. The work, for one, I never tire of. And the familiar strangers, or quasi-friends, that I'll probably never see again.

-- tee @ 12:59 pm |