Joyclene Lau
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Claustrophobia in Lion City
As the population keeps growing, I find my breaths getting shorterMany things in life, they cannot be rationalised. For me, it is that tightening of my chest, the gasping for breaths each time I am jammed at the back of a lift, each time I get pushed all the way into the cabin, pressed against another in the train during rush hour. For the larger part of my earlier life, I spent it trying to avoid facing it — I would insist on sitting at the aisle on a plane, in a ferry, and even in the cinemas.Joyclene Lau2 min read