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Hong Kong, 17 January - 3 February, 2011.
The Train
If an everyday commute is just like this, I would play it on repeat, again and again. Beyond the glass is the uneven terrain, glowing in the blue mist of winter. Behind my back, the sea stretches endlessly, seemingly calm in the bone-chilling wind.
The Apartment
The tip of my nose is almost touching the window, and beyond the balcony are the terminals. Airline terminals. And the runways. Airplane runways. And the countless planes, zooming into the sky, somehow silent from such a close distance.
The Airport
Squinting into the blinding afternoon sun, I wonder if they’re home yet. The next thing I know - a train wreck. A muddle of thoughts, memories, visions. Ones I intend to keep, and to live for, for the feeling hasn’t changed.
I’m still in love.
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