Yes? No? Maybe.
There are more and more places smelling like the insides of a Singapore Airline Airplane.
I know this sounds weird, but the emergency waiting of Tan Tock Seng hospital (don't ask why I went there), has the smell of an airplane carriage. Even citylink's toilets, stores, and MPH also smells of it. The odd fragrance is everywhere. It reeks of the smell of the airplane, a heavily sweet - yet distinctively chemical intoned - aroma.
Maybe I'm desperate to leave the country.
To be honest, I find that airplane rides are as pleasant as the destination country itself. It's that sense of foreboding you get when you sit in a plane, knowing you are miles high in the sky, very soon going to experience a total different culture, while still in the midst of getting served with the utmost friendliness. Or it could plainly be that I'm closer to heaven. And it just uplifts my mood; quite literally. Life in the sky is awesome!
Well anyway, walking alone in Citylink really tweaks up the notches of sensitivity. I was extremely sensitive to that airplane smell that was diffusing through the airholes of the tunnel's foundations. Somehow, it struck a forgotten vault of many previous airplane experiences. And unknowingly too. I remembered how escalated when I first got onto a plane - to Hong Kong. I still remember how my mouth hurt from all that gleaming.
There are bound to be things, that spark our nostalgia. Be it a person who looks starkingly like an ex-lover, or just an intricate rosary your great grandma left you. Everything connects to everything else. And that's what makes the world so webbed my dear. So congested with connected lines that we can find ourselves connected to millions and millions of other things - trees, plants, genes, people, and memories.
There is absolutely no way you can say the world is exactly the same, when you don't exist.