Box' of Shaded Memories #4

Box' of Shaded Memories #3

That damn elephant sure was heavy.

Box' of Shaded Memories #2

black sand. so much like you. whose reflection was it? dark clouds. so much like me. whose fortune were we talking about?

Box' of Shaded Memories #1

In my early Hong Kong days, K brought me to a deserted place far into the new territories, a place far away from the city, far away from most people's conception of Hong Kong. The landscape was vast, undeveloped and crude. I was privileged enough to see the other side of Hong Kong early on when most of the other international students were busy shopping and getting drunk. The serene, rustic atmosphere of the place gave me a warm feeling absent from the city's dark and crowded winter evenings. Freedom must feel something like that.

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