early awakening; before sunrise. the apartment felt warm enough to walk barefoot. a quick cup of coffee before catching a taxi to kowloon city. ninety multiple questions in sixty minutes just for fun. the process of elimination. I passed by his house on the way back home. the sun was out and the sky was blue; my mood lifted up immediately. I spent the rest of the morning watching barack obama’s state of the union speech, twenty minutes into to it I couldn’t tell whether I was feeling apathetic or furious at the fact that there’s even a possibility of him not winning the second term. how can he not win? but. I don’t want to talk about politics.
instant pho noodles for lunch, a couple of episodes of new york on the overheated sofa. after six days spent inside, I decided to leave the house. carefully choosing the groceries, thinking of nothing. I picked up my camera again after entire seventeen days of not touching it. the shutter felt stiff; I felt as if my sense for composition has abandoned me. hopefully I will be able to see colors again. the lifeless weather of the past three weeks caused me to forget how to capture things around me.
early evening with the filmmaker in one of the hidden streets of sheung wan reminded me of some of the things I’ve left behind. unwillingly, unknowingly. homei cafe, iced coffee, wandering neighborhood cats, the flickering of streets lamps. we saw a beautiful loft with a terrace. the place seemed entirely out of place and I felt envy looking at the couple sipping from their wine glasses, separated but unified with the surroundings. I wish I could haven taken a photograph of that brief moment. hollywood road, shut antique shops, deserted dark streets. club seventy one after a long time. hong kong problems taken to another level. his little notebook and soft-tipped pencil. what was supposed to be obtuse became pseudo-intellectual with a hint of over-analysis. but that’s how we are.
I’ve missed afternoons like this.
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