How quickly books become waste. How easily knowledge is discarded when it no longer fits the architecture of modern pride. We could follow one family of books. Exiled from their shelves, confused, betrayed. Not by strangers, but by the very institution they believed would protect them.

Is such a dance a strength or a weakness? I'm told it looks like a poor state of indecision, a lack of clarity or strategy, like a dancer out of sync against expected steps. But maybe it’s a different kind of clarity, a faith in the nonlinear, the unpredictable movements of life.

Each figure hidden in high-contrast black and white becomes part of a singular form, a community of worn-out workers, carried along by the currents of routine, stability, and financial expectation.

The long stretch of the KPE highway evokes the relentless pursuit of progress and the ingrained expectation of forward momentum within Singaporean society. The curve in the road subtly hints at the deviations and unforeseen turns that punctuate even the most meticulously planned journeys, a signal to the unpredictable nature of life.

Like the cyclist pedaling into the shadows, we are invited to consider our own journeys through liminal spaces, and the quiet resilience demanded when we choose to ride through, despite the weight of unseen eyes and unspoken expectations.

Where does he gather all this strength? After all the fatigue and destined heartbreak, those intergenerational pain he inherited, and the pain the world insisted he bear, here he is. Moving, with a joy bigger than the size of the bus itself, nourishing himself with his own steps. No, I don't think he received this from my own parenting, this was his own armour he forged.

Here, it seems it’s all about the rhythm of getting by. Decisions made not for their inherent value, but for the simple act of completion. Tick the box. Send the email. Meet the KPI. Not with a flourish, not with exceeded expectations, but with the quiet satisfaction of a task accomplished. A message sent, a box checked. That's enough, right?

Have I revealed enough of myself, my potential, without appearing… desperate? And then you dissect their papers, eager to prove you grasp the nuances of their field, that you’re not merely another face in the crowd, but an individual with a distinct perspective, a unique voice waiting to be heard.