Transport woes from proletariat living

I think in an urban city like Singapore, people have to spend money to enjoy quality quiet spaces - cafes and hidden restaurants tucked away from the means of motion between the nodes of metropolitan and sub-urban gatherings. From my limited experiences, I suppose it is quite unlike European cultures where motion stops at off-the-road spaces and transfer by foot is possible. In Singapore, you'll just suffocate in the tropical humidity; the car negotiates the trilateral conflict between auto-speed, human-flow and the unrelenting humidity by re-imagining the urban landscape through an imposition of its own idea of efficiency and social quality time. However, the state comes in to moderate the privileges of private transport through gantries, taxation and petrol price controls. The circulation of capital and the circulation of traffic becomes one, and I have to find new strategies of flow to redefine quiet quality time.

Just take MRT lah...