Signs, neon, tattoos, beads and concrete, I’ve got my headphones on my head and my internal world expanding on my sides. As my crowd-navigating system goes intuitive, I slide through the abstract colours of the moving streets on instinct. I come to Sham Shui Po to buy textiles. The energy of the place is hyper and I am taming my sensory faculties - barely touching the thousands coloured fabrics with my fingertips.
I pause. I look up and pick a window with my stare. I imagine what I would feel if I lived in that apartment, what would I hear? could I see the horizon? I go back through flows of people at ease with themselves, eating and walking and laughing, and leave with mosaic memories of quirky shop signs and details of people’s interactions.


Cristina 24/3/2011