The Panopticon v. 4.0

Minh Dương Nguyễn
Nov 7 · 9 min read

I first arrived at Changi Airport, Singapore on a beautiful summer day. The sky was of an azure shade of blue with nary a single cloud in sight. The airport itself was impeccable: indoor lush green trees stood tall and lively; sky windows ten feet above brimmed with gleaming golden light; the marbled floor, picking up ample sunlight, imparted a feeling of cleanliness and fastidiousness. Hundreds of people was streaming in and out of twenty-odd gates in that terminal, and yet, thanks to the spaciousness of the place, it didn’t feel crowded at all.

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