sometimes, work brings me to out-of-the-way places, like little sleepy townships strewn with uncompleted housing projects and empty shoplots. are these the modern ruins of a wasteful civilisation, a legacy we leave for future historians?
i usually want to get out of these places fast, my damansara boy sensibilites are greatly unsettled by the surroundings. soon i discover there is no easy exit to the nearest highway, the lifeline that will bring me back to my lovely middle class bangsar. little sleepy town settled by the ghosts of economic crises past, i'm right next to the north-south expressway with no means of escape. what must it feel like for the locals, to sit next to an artery of modernity and watch progress pass them by?
highways bring distant places closer, but seperate neighbour from neighbour. i remember a time in school when i could just cross the street to the stores. the ldp sits between the two now.
i usually want to get out of these places fast, my damansara boy sensibilites are greatly unsettled by the surroundings. soon i discover there is no easy exit to the nearest highway, the lifeline that will bring me back to my lovely middle class bangsar. little sleepy town settled by the ghosts of economic crises past, i'm right next to the north-south expressway with no means of escape. what must it feel like for the locals, to sit next to an artery of modernity and watch progress pass them by?
highways bring distant places closer, but seperate neighbour from neighbour. i remember a time in school when i could just cross the street to the stores. the ldp sits between the two now.
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