At 7 am, on a boat approaching Pulau Ubin, the rising sun casts a near-perfect golden light across the water. The glow falls directly onto a man’s face, forcing him to raise his hand to shield his eyes. In that fleeting gesture, his expression turns quietly melancholic, as if caught between discomfort and reflection.
At 7 am, on a boat approaching Pulau Ubin, the rising sun casts a near-perfect golden light across the water. The glow falls directly onto a man’s face, forcing him to raise his hand to shield his eyes. In that fleeting gesture, his expression turns quietly melancholic, as if caught between discomfort and reflection.