Spent the late part of the afternoon and early evening at the Amara Sanctuary on Sentosa, and very pleasant it was. A tastefully designed resort. I could see the appeal in its offer of respite from the trials of living in the city. But the odd thing was that I didn't feel in any way at all the need for sanctuary for myself. Almost the opposite.
An odd discovery of old age. Far from desiring the quiet life I'm generally happy to be in the thick of things, assuming things don't get too thick. I prefer a sense of neighborhood to the solitary life, even though I'm happy enough to be left to my own devices as the world swirls around me.
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