“When the truth in words is no longer decipherable, then perhaps the most naked truth lies in the symbols of physical movements.”
Countless black leather shoes leaving heavy prints on that road. Wisps of smoke fill the nostrils and cover the mouths. We can’t even see anymore. There are people standing side by side, hand in hand; others have their hands clasped tightly around someone else’s neck. Bang bang, and countless umbrellas open. The sky is not raining, but my heart is.
Allow the body to document the clashes felt by our bodies on Chater Road.
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