we are all born mad. some remain so.

i walked.

i saw this old man... very neatly dressed in a nicely pressed long sleeved shirt, typical singaporean old man black pants, with a black umbrealla for a walking stick... hobbled into the bushes...

i wondered what he was doing... probably some senile uncle... but no. he strolled amongst the bushes... and stopped at a tree. and lowered his head... and started to do what i deem as a silent prayer...

its kinda stunning for a moment... and then i was touched... i dunno why. it was just so overwhelming.