Pieces of the people we love

I felt really sad today.
Was taking a walk down haji lane, when it hit me, that the place wasn't what it used to be.
There was a time when I called the lane home, where I felt belonged.
Now, I don't recognise the place, nor do I recognise the people.
But the thing that really made me depressed was when I saw groups of youngest cam-whoring in the lane with dslrs.

I hate that having a dslr is now becoming (or has become) a fad. I hate that haji lane has become a place to be seen, and not felt.



sigh.