clockwise from top: “going under”, “untitled”, “kink in the system”, “shadow of its former self”.
there is something about old hdb estates that enchants – walls peeling to reveal the whitewash beneath; gaudy coats of paint that bring to mind the images of tarty has-beens; and of course rusty wares casually strewn around, yet they seem to be loosely bound by some sort of order. the cheerful shrieks of mischievous kids running past the dirt and the grit providing a melody, while the thumping of jackhammers hold the rhythm – an unlikely soundtrack to the scene. it’s in these places that a memory or a curse can be found around the next corner. it’s in these places that things are found.
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