Thursday, June 03, 2010
The silent bus, a well-refrigerated carton of hairy eggs on wheels, crawls with its cargo ever onward. The driver slow and steady, afraid to wake and break the fragile dreams of those gently bobbing and nodding off to work, heads soon to be cracked open..nothing left but hardboiled stares, poached lives, faces sunny-side up...
dob: 11-02-1988
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city: singapore