From the time when I reached ten, maybe thirteen, the walls of our apartment only grew thicker, or maybe they caved in on themselves, I don’t know. I learned how...
What makes you feel at home when home is falling apart? What makes us feel we are from somewhere no matter where we go? What do we carry in our backpacks and back again? The very details of smell, taste, touch. The very moments of ourselves, our childhood and, here, this year, Hong Kong.