香港似乎永远处在停不了的修修补补之中。每一次去,在拥挤的人潮和彩色云朵似的嘈杂中,总有装修棚架那邋遢的踪迹,有些还盖着绿色的,脏兮兮的网子,让本来就逼仄的街道,更显得拥挤。棚架下的空间是一个矛盾的存在,那里因没有阳光而显得阴森,却又因为缺少通风而闷热不堪。里面的人都面目不详,摩肩擦踵匆匆而过,很有种黑色电影的感觉。你在这人群里,却感觉有另一个自己,在阳光里的摩天大厦上,居高临下地俯视着你,包括你身边走得太快 Hong Kong seems to be forever in the midst of tampering. Every time I went there, there was always traces of scaffolding in crowded crowds and colored clouds of noises, and some were covered with green, dirty nets that made the already cramped streets more crowded . Space under the shelves is a paradoxical existence, where there is no shade of dark, but because of the lack of ventilation and hot. People inside are unknown, rub shoulders hurried past, it is a kind of black movie feeling. You are in this crowd, but there is another feel of yourself, skyscrapers in the sun, overlooking you, including your side too fast