Déjà Disparu
Photography (B/W)
Hong Kong, already disappeared.
I alight from the bus with Hokkien still ringing in my ears. The rhythm follows me home as I cross the street into my building, past the centrifugal fan, through the security gate, to the lift serving even-numbered floors. Its doors close just as I reach them.
I’m sweating. My t-shirt sticks to my back. The lift pulls me upward between floors and thoughts. My heart rate slows in the lift’s cooler air. Here, twenty floors above the street in a concrete shaft, I feel the suspension between velocity and stillness.
Hong Kong, 2025