One of the few things about going home late at night is that i like walking through the road that runs between the two towering HDB blocks. Avoiding the covered walkways and void decks, i would purposely walk along the empty road (save for the retired cars) that stretches some 200 metres. Despite the closeness of the blocks, the narrow road (or carpark drive-through) is almost a piece of urban oasis, lying in perfect stillness. I like walking down and feeling the openess of the area, which can only be felt at night. Usually there is a gentle wind that seemed inevitably channelled through this open passage, and when it caresses me while the calm and silence of the place is pleasantly experienced, i would feel a transient jolt of rejuvenation.
If there's a motif that weaves through my life, it could well be the desire and longing for space: unstifled, uncluttered, unrestrained; expansive, luxurious, and peaceful space in which all the weight upon one becomes distributed and, as a consequent, one feels lighter.
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