Some things never change in the city that is constantly changing.
(Just like how I get angry or upset at least once a day here in Singapore, no doubt about it.)
When I see people like this elderly lady whom I’ve seen over the years on Orchard Road whenever I was in Singapore, I wonder about why is it I feel sorry for them. The obvious being because of what they have to do to make a living, and at that age. Then I think about how they’d ended up like this in the first place, what kind of young men or women were they at my age, did they deserve to end up like this? Then, I (sometimes) think about how much they actually make selling things like packets of tissue paper, cup noodles, bottled water etc. Do you think about such things too?