What we’re about
We drift in. Hawker centre philosophers, MRT musicians, midnight coders carrying home in our backpacks. Pull up plastic chairs Order kopi, order stories.
Your Tuesday is my Thursday Your somewhere is my everywhere Clock means nothing when motion is home. Singlish mixed with everywhere English Laughter needs no translation Head nods speak louder than LinkedIn.
Come as you are,
half-packed, fully caffeinated.
We gather. We scatter. We remember.
For wanderers who haven't left yet and locals who never stopped moving
