I landed in Singapore on the evening of 11 November 2025 and stepped into air so humid it felt like swimming through soup. The city glowed in the darkness. At first, it looked futuristic, with its clean lines, glass skyscrapers, and smoothly running systems.…
Autumn 2025 unfolded as a season of return and departure, of unpacking and repacking, of settling in and setting off again. It began on a volcanic island in the middle of the Atlantic and ended somewhere between Bangkok traffic and London frost. In between,…