Yesterday I set eyes on the last kampong in Singapore.
The lazy silver-haired cats were sleeping on the porch.
Two girls played in the backyard with their sago seed pods and giggled.
A giant spider was swaying its yellow-striped legs in the breeze.
This place has its own history.
People have memories.
"When the past no longer illuminates the future, the spirit walks in darkness."
Alexis de Tocqueville
