”Daddy, can you take me to Changi Beach today?” Pangzi suddenly asked. “I need to shoot a video for my assignment.”
“Too hot, too far,” I said dismissively. “Can you shoot at any void deck instead?”
”No, no, no. It has to be at the beach. I’m doing a piece on climate change. Sea levels are rising. It’s getting hot. And it’s all your fault!”
”Yes, you and your generation of fossil fuel burners,” he said accusingly. “I wouldn’t have to do this homework if not for you!”
”Don’t be ridiculous. There’s no climate change at all. This is fake news created by solar energy companies.”
”See? You and your generation are in denial. Take me to Changi Beach and I’ll show you what you’ve done to us.”
“Why Changi Beach?” I wondered aloud.
”Because in 20 years we’ll start drowning as the rising seas come in from the northeast,” Pangzi prophesied. “You may be gone then but I’ll still be around to suffer from your sins!”
”Ridiculous! What sins? I abide by the laws and pay my taxes.”
”You choose to ignore the tell-tale signs of an ailing planet, and continue to waste resources. You’re just… evil!”
Changi Beach is several minutes away from the notorious Changi Village. There is a park used by not as many people as you can find at the more established East Coast, which makes it more pleasant to visit in a way.
Right at the end of the park is where you can see the sculpture Inscription of the Island. It is a giant green hand embedded in the sand, with the index finger pointing skyward.
Very popular among Instagrammers.
“So, how are you going to shoot your video here?”
”Oh, I’m interviewing you by the beach.”
”Yes, you represent your generation of sinners. Call it a confession recording.”
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