Riding the MRT is a tad too stressful already. For a change, I took the bus going home. It’s always a slow motion in these big ruckuses crawling their way past Robinson’s Galleria — a good time to steal some break in the rush.
Inside was an Asian movie playing, vendors transiting, folks filling the seats; outside were travelers anticipating the proper bus, lampposts’ lights trailing. A whole lot was coming and going and this is just what makes the trip worthwhile.