This is where it happened

After a long day, I plonked myself in the front seat of the top deck of the double-decker.

It rained earlier, and the street-lights illuminating the rain-streaked mist on the windscreen was worth a photo.

It was only after taking the photo that I saw the FATAL ACCIDENT sign there.

It was my online friend's FATAL ACCIDENT. Didn't know him all that well, but even then there's the lingering regret of not having known him better.

Human beings, they keep on dying. I don't know when's my turn. And while the people around me are still alive, I had better get my ass moving to get to know them better. There's never enough time for regret.