The puddle in Bangsar
Bukit Bintang at night is a fever dream of neon lights, the smell of diesel and satay, and the constant hum of people who don't know where they are going but are determined to get there.
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Away from home, noticing harder.
Away from home, noticing harder.
Bukit Bintang at night is a fever dream of neon lights, the smell of diesel and satay, and the constant hum of people who don't know where they are going but are determined to get there.
I feel like a 25-year-old who has been wearing a heavy coat for fifteen years and is finally taking it off.