I’m a walker. For a teenage immigrant who had moved to Singapore in 1991, walking was a transformative act, a way of avoiding a heavily mediated landscape by skirting its periphery and only partially accepting the consuming monotony of where I lived. I trudged up the bumpy hills along Yishun Avenue 4 and Ring Road, Bad Religion and Fugazi blaring on my Walkman. The hills converged and ended...
what we talk about when we talk about walking