Wednesday, June 24, 2009
June 23, 2009
Final bash in Milan, before everyone disappears and the next time we meet is either in Singapore (for those of us who're lucky), or never again. When I saw tears rolling down Sylvia's cheeks despite the pained smiles that belied her reluctance to depart, I realised this was a watershed moment in the end of this escape from reality.
(On a side note, "watershed" was a deliberate pun about the shedding of tears, so kill me.)