It’s been almost two months since my last update. Life during a pandemic has been a little bit surreal. While living in the thick of it, our vision is myopic. In hindsight, and hopefully there will be a time for hindsights, the individual and collective human experience will probably be understood better. Initially the journey inwards was fascinating – we managed to access different parts of us that we never really sat down with and worked through it. Many said it was a year where we couldn’t hide from ourselves anymore. But as the year came to a close, a little melancholia seeped in too. Being geographically free has been such a big defining part of so many of us. Despite being fully grateful of the privileges of our lamentations, it was still a little disheartening to not be able to break out of that suffocating routine. Here’s a post of something new we ventured into to celebrate whatever was available, within the 10 km radius of where we live. When walking through these greenery, the guilt of constant complaint no doubt filters through. KL has its flaws but it also has incredible green tucked between sky scrapers and functional aesthetics. It’s what I will always love about this city.