The unfortunate irony of freedom from the lens of those who have been to prison

Abstract

Changi Airport is always a bustling place, yet you can feel a sense of tranquility. I could smell the scent of orchid flowers mingled with the warmth of freshly brewed coffee in the air. At its core lies the Jewel, where the Rain Vortex pours like a ribbon of silk, creating a misty environment with a surreal chill. I felt so rejuvenated, as if I was stepping into an alternate reality, a temporary shelter from Singapore's unforgiving tropical climate. Children on the sky train were mesmerised by the divine beauty of the scenic waterfall.