The government has yet to decide how to deal with the railway station but there have been talks about turning the entire length of track (now unused and rails returned to Malaysia) into a green corridor. An unbroken stretch of greenery, much like the New York High Line.
ultimately, it boils down to a simple question. How do we decide what stays and what goes? How do we judge the values of the past against that of a prospectful future? How do we conclude that it is better to obliterate the memory of the thousands who were here for the lives of those thousands who may come? And would the thousands who have came want to know about the thousands who have gone? How can we summon the authority and dictate what we remember and what we may see? Can we wipe out the voices still clamoring for attention in a fading blank space also known as our Memory in the favour of the glimmering eyes tumbling about in the crevices of our imagination? is the future, this wide-eyed future weightier than the wrinkled past? We will never know.
And so I end this series here.