coming back to the city where i was raised gets stranger every time. as i get farther away from the days spent growing up here. as the faces in the the local pubs perodicly change till not one is recognizable, the transience of this city or perhaps the transience of life becomes a forward reality (more and more evident to me/ of a truth to me).

hong kong has always been renowned for it's transience, books and films have nostalgicly pondered how fast this city grows and changes, what was one second in plain sight quickly dissipats into fairydust. it's like this bubble in which time is sped up, where people and things once so important fast become memorys. it has been 3 years since i left this city to make myself my own home elsewhere and on this trip back so many things have changed beyond recognition...

so much has happened to me in these streets. it's funny how in retrospect you can almost see how everythign led up to where you are. each crutial decision, the crutial events and relationships that happened and then passed leaving their mark on you as you move forward into your future. everything importnt thats ever happened somehow manifesting itself in youre life in whatever way. in the midst of life things don't make sence but in retrospect it's all so clear.

coming back home, it's like coming back to a gohst town, each street evoking a memory. as i walk thoigh wan chai, i can see myself 16 sitting on the stoop on lockhart road, in my heels and big white tee, drunk and self assured, it was right before i left for new york i was telling stevie about all my plans, i remember how i felt, how i knkew it all. i am still sitting there 3 years back, still i sit there and i will sit there as long as i can remember, where i was and how i felt. but as i stare at that stoop nostalgicly the present day unfolds and another girl takes a seat this time in broad day light chatting with someone else about different things. time erases the past, time swiftly pulls new people here pushing you forward.

manifested themselves into where u are now. the ripple effect of people you met leading you here or there. like for me my first splif
growing up in a big asian city as a white monority was a unique upbrining i suppose. growing up in any big city is a strange experience i suppose..

most expast stopped here temporarily so bestfriends changed like the seasons as after a year or two off they flew back to thier hometowns. while, this (it's strange to think) was my home town. and though i didnt look like i belonged, with my weastern face, i knew of nothing else,