I was on the last train of the MRT going southbound, at 10.30pm on a dark
and particularly stormy night. With only 6 passengers aboard (driver and I
included), I guess other people couldn't help but feel empty.
As sad and depressing it is to other people, I've always found that
particular feeling as a gift. When you have nothing to do, when you're
thinking of nothing, your mind is free, you have no worries, you have
the ability to ponder thoughts that you couldn't concentrate on when
jam packed with things to do.
So here's to hoping more empty nights on the 10pm train!