29 de septiembre

Hong-kong. enter the bladerunner dragon. one enormous metropoli quietly lying on the sea. a skyscraping explosion of modern life while on the ground level a bustling and colorful and surprisingly gentle mass of humanity goes about its everyday business. there seems to be a beautiful sense of purpose in everything (or is it simply that i have just arrived from europe?).
i find myself a cheap room at the cosmic guesthouse, on the 12th floor of the mirador mansions, in the heart of kowloon ("the nine dragons"), just a block away from the infamous chunking mansions that wong kar-wai depicted in his "chungking express".