Wednesday, April 05, 2006


I remember a time when neighbours used to only have grills to seperate each other.

An arbitrary marking only done because it's required, rather than desired.

Then some time in my young life, concrete walls came into fashion and I watched with discomfort and a puzzled sense of unease as I saw the walls get higher and thicker. How can one live within such tight confines and not see your neighbours? Isn't it HOT?

Today, I sort of understand. Still, it's been years since I last saw a thin grill fence around any neighbourhood, or a wooden picket one for that matter.

Can't help but feel the passing of a more innocent, more open age, whenever I drive past my grandmother's old place, and see the spanking new whitewashed concrete walls.

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