Time/ 14:33 Location/ Circular Pathway -Forgotten World-
Descending down the steps to the Circular Pathway brings you into a forgotten world. Or is it a world trapped in the circular pathway, a Labyrinth of time? As if having its upper part cut away, only the sub-terrain structures remains. Somehow forbidden to surface from the level of the ladders. Constantly decaying, in the remaining stone wall, in tin shells whose deceased owners left behind, in the fence behind which we can still see the steps that might once belong to the interior of a house. Constantly constructing, not to the vain hope of resisting, but merely to survive their last breath of air. Cheung the wire-crafter and Tim the optometrist (most probably the only last person doing hand-made glasses) / calligraphist are the only duo operating the place. Their tiny tin stations opens and closes, burning incense on the fence sends daily prayer to the Man Mo god. The old hustle and bustle of the Ladder Street still flashes in their eyes, while their shivering hands are the only living things that keep the mechanic of this world running. Dozens of pigeons call this place home too, for they are almost the duo’s only visitors. Sparks spill as the sanding machine whirls, while pigeons quickly perform their hide above the wall, then in a few seconds come back down to their familiar space. ___________________________ #disappearing spirit and neighbourhood #operable infrastructure-machines
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