Déjà Disparu
2020—2024
Compiled in 2024
Photography (B/W), Text
I alight from the bus with Hokkien ringing in my ears—melodic, consonant-heavy. The rhythm follows me as I cross the street, past the building’s 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 cooler air. Here, twenty floors above the street in a concrete shaft, I recognise that suspension between velocity and stillness.
Hong Kong, 2025