I grew up in Singapore — a city engineered for orderliness, where the path through life is mapped early. We call it following the ten-year series: school, work, a salaried trajectory laid out in five-year increments. It's a useful map. Not the only one.
It took leaving to see that. Travel didn't hand me a new way to live so much as it widened the aperture. I started to notice how many lives a single life could hold — slower ones, stranger ones, ones unfolding entirely outside the script I'd been handed.
This site is what I came back with. The photographs aren't comprehensive — no chronicle is — but they're honest. The subjects I keep returning to. The city that shaped me. The places I passed through. The games at full speed.
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.