Thursday, October 2, 2008

The first tracks in the concrete

These were some of the first pieces i came upon in Hong Kong. Streets bustling the air heavy with the scent. I knew my prey must be close. Then down a wide alley off the main road littered with sleeping men, shirtless, faces covered with newspaper to keep out the light i saw the bright tracks of my quarry. A gallery tucked away amongst whizzing cars and hurrying people. There is hope for my project indeed. Later i came to know many of the then unseen writers and the man who first saw what this hidden place could be.

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