Humid, dense, busy, intense… Hong Kong overwhelms all human senses with her cloying existence; as if she puts her warm tongue on the back of your neck, cold fingers sliding down your chest, and the scent of her perfume is all over you – like a dream in a tropical garden in the Far East, with some cool fog tasting wet and bitter… And her jewellery shines behind you, making star-like refractions in her foggy embrace…
You are sitting there, do not even raise a question…
