Uploaded on May 14, 2012
I like the nights in Hong Kong. When you walk along the Victoria Harbor, feel the salty breeze touching you over, you get yourself a tiny shiver. I wandered in the narrow streets like a drifter, watching people pass by with eyes and hair unlike mine. I feel warm. Bright lights soaked into my skin like invisible knives and I don’t see any blood, although I felt the pain. The crowd is not mine and the world is not mine. Hong Kong, a good place to forget.