Friday October 13, 2017
There is a version of Hong Kong I love that is is old, improvised, and imprecise. You can’t see it, but I’m jumping between two adjoining flights of stairs that aren’t even parallel, much less level.
The other version of Hong Kong is pristine and meticulous, much like this mural.
Neither seems quite real side by side; but thinking back on history, it is a product of necessity.