Stepping into yisin’s house brought a mix of emotions. A sense of awe at its sheer size, an admiration for the person who worked into making it monetarily possible and the brilliance of the architect as well as the diligence of the constructor.
But looking at the sheer extravagance, the swimming pool, the sprawling compound, the decor certainly evoked an anger in me. I don’t really know what it is about. In my more sober moments I think it’s a sort of jealousy. I wonder what sort of person I’ll be if I lived so comfortably. I wonder what sort of person I’ll be if I have a nice big home with which to invite friends down. A home where perhaps my cell will look forward to entering weekly. A home which has everything, just naturally attractive.
I also wonder why I live in a country with such severe inequality. People who own such homes can literally own castles overseas. We live in Singapore where the HDB is the default… yet some are living as though they were in America… and more.
These little things invade my mind. I cannot help but feel that sense of indignation as I sit on this carpeted floor with my tablet resting on this low, transparent black glass table. Two fans move the air above me because of the sheer size of this living room. Behind me is a big swimming pool and there’s a huge tank of fish just existing, the fish nonchalantly, obliviously swimming away.
The house has a basement, and when need be, water can be made to run down a manmade fall, sure to be a spectacle when viewed from the basement.
If I ever have the money will I do this? Why would anyone do it?
I think I just got the bottom of the source of my anger.
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