Saturday, February 12, 2011

City stories: Hong Kong

It was only on the ride in and the plane out I noticed many of the city’s exteriors were in crumbles. Rusting down and cracking off, exposed walls had strips of colour dripping to the floor.

The middle was too mesmerizing to notice any of the shab. Green spaces were stenciled in the strangest places, with trees sometimes springing directly out of walls. And when we floated through the mid-section on central escalator, it was as if humans had never walked.

Hidden in a back alley in TST, Joyce took me to a strip of hidden bars. The ferry slid from one panel of lit-up skyscrapers to the next, just a grid in a Tetris game. In the mall we found a field of candy-coloured daisies covering a two-story reading lamp.

Under its light I realized I’d just joined the locals inside their never-ending dream.










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