slightly hangover. nervous. amazed by the beautiful weather. blue cloudless sky. bookshops. smell of oranges and tangerines. crowded streets and metro. triple cappuccino. a building fell down in hung hom. two people went missing. maybe hong kong is right when obsessing about old buildings and their renovations. staying up past midnight watching tv shows drinking white wine and talking into the air. many things gone from the list, another half a dozen added. tomorrow is another day, a week of sleepless nights lies ahead. but I am fine with it. it’s what I have chosen. tonight the apartment is completely silent.