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Yesterday night, I took a long bus ride home from other side of the island. I could have taken a cab and cut down my travel time by a few orders of magnitude. Ordinarily, that’s what I would have done because I’m a sucker for efficiency. But for some reason I didn’t. Last night was different.

The bus was one of the older ones, meaning it had no air conditioning and the rumbling and rattlings of its antiquated engine could heard as distinctly as it could be felt. It was also slow, but I didn’t care. The bus was vacant, so I had a large space to myself. The view outside was scenic, at least by Singaporean standards. With the windows down, I felt the gentle breeze of the night and the world in its natural state of being. It felt right. Just me and the world under a starry moonlit sky. For the better part of an hour, nothing else mattered.