A tale of media bias and reflection of reality

The map is not the territory, the report is not the full-truth

It was 1 June 2024, 3:45 pm in Singapore.

I was reading my newly bought books. My fingers caressed through the smooth pages. They smelled so good. My windows were wide open, and the sky was evenly lit with cute clouds above.

Then I heard a scream followed by an undeniably loud bang below my apartment.

I initially ignored it, thinking it wasn’t anything muc…