In hindsight, the move to Sydney was an inevitable step. It was like many other things I have done, a leap into the dark, a throw of the dice, but I couldn’t bear to see the way the places I loved in Singapore disappear, the thoughtlessness, the carelessness with which the country discards its past.

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But as the cliché goes, you leave home in order to come back to it. I have come home, in a way, through the essays in Between Stations. It’s about resurrecting the old Singapore, the Singapore of my imagination and memory. Till I wrote these essays, I had no idea how much I loved what I saw, the Singapore of my childhood and youth, how much I miss them now. Change Alley. The old Raffles Place. The unrenovated Chinatown. And my father walking me through these lost landscapes.

How does reading these extracts change the way you view this poem?

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