Of warm nights and mirages

Been exactly a week since touching down at Changi Airport.

Nothing much changed in Singapore except for the few new buildings that sprouted up here and there. People still assuredly very Singaporean and of course with all the rest of the foreign talents.

The days and nights are still warm, suffice to make me shower at least twice a day, shitty humid weather.

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I remember reading about how mirages are formed. It's a misconception that it only forms in the desert. Apparently it appears whenever we least expect it and its appearance is such that it looks so real that one would believe that it's the real thing.

But like the dying man in the merciless desert, one believes the image of the oasis to be so real that he would just crawl till his dying breath believing that he is closer to it with every passing moment.

Till the last moment.