My euphemism for wanting to go around alone and be left to my disorganized thoughts, is now “photo-walk.” C rolls her eyes at this, and hopes, if not insists to join me, but later on she would let me do my own thing. There’s too much crowded thoughts I needed to clear.
And what do you know, I’m already lost enough in my thoughts as it is, and I still sort of get lost around the city anyway.
A welcome kind of lost, however. Let me show you Kent Ridge Park.