17/06/2026
Eleven years ago, during SG50, we designed the narrative for an exhibition called SG Economic Miracle.
After it opened, someone from the client team noticed a visitor. An older man. Standing in front of one of the panels. Crying.
It turned out he had been a civil servant decades earlier, tasked with convincing villagers to leave their homes to make way for Singapore's development. It was hard work. Thankless, sometimes. On one visit, the villagers released a dog to chase him off.
He stood in that exhibition and, for the first time, saw what had become of all of it. He felt it had not been in vain.
It was not planned. It could not have been. But it was possible because the story was right.
That is what resonance looks like in a space. Not a metric. Not a specification. A person, alone, feeling that their life meant something.
That is the only brief worth writing.