Behind Doors
These doors were old, but held some kind nostalgic flavor to it. A little rusty at its edges but effortlessly timeless it stands. As Singapore develops, these doors remained untouched like it was 40 years ago only rusting gracefully in time. And thus it began my search for old doors in a striving metropolis cityscape. And I wondered behind these doors, what were the stories that lay untouched by the hands of time, the old that stood out in the new. The past which triumphs the new, in an age where everything is changing too fast, how do we look through these doors to uncover the other side?
