“I wandered through the jungle of billboards and endless walls of the Causeway Bay. I couldn’t see stars, but surely they must’ve been there somewhere, above the bridges, railways and skyscrapers’ peaks. Streams of bodies pushed at me with more fury than the arroyos of Barranquilla. I was just a drop in that human river running with impetus through Central-Mid-Levels, the longest escalator system in the world, straight into the depths of MTR, a perfectly planned subway, with trains coming every two minutes.”
HAPPY EVER(YWHERE) AFTER, ELENA LEMAN
