The eve of the SG F1 GP

We stand at the cusp of time, the threshold of a moment that will be frozen in time in the minds of many, in the photos of many. Akin to the anticipation of Christmas or the return of the apollo 13 space mission, the moment is a door that swings open on its hinges, like floating perfectly suspended at the event horizon of a black hole, where you stand in a perfectly balanced point where before you lies sweat beading anticipation and uncertainty and infront of you lies the passing of reality and knowledge the starkness of immutable fact and history where you lose the pangs of hope and expectation and hungry eagerness. Walking the line between yearning and knowing.
Here are the day's pictures of my walk to work. Security personnel barricade the roads traffic is pretty much backed up.