is what I'll miss most
20.12.2008 5 °C
It rained the first night I arrived.
This was a small stretch of shopping area that catered to the undergrads' needs.
This was taken outside Han Ting Inn (my humble dwelling for 7 nights) the next day after the rain. Where did the invisible man go?
Alone at night in the room, I peered at my neighbours from the window to see what they were up to. I saw a young girl studying by her dim table lamp and a middle age lady in another room cleaning up the kitchen. If the stopped what they were busying with for a moment, they would see me peeping at their lives. I was the voyeur finding company amongst strangers who shared the same negative space.