This is the most ethereal, entropic, and

chaotically hypnotic place I've ever had the pleasure of becoming casual with.  Strolling the rummage happy isles was a source of daily therapy within the cluster-fuck of concrete and lanky buildings and taxis and buses and hyperactive mini buses and neon signage and apathetic expressions that are the fiber of Hong Kong.
     Like anywhere within Hong Kong walking the flea market streets of Sham Shui Po imposes a game of pin ball on the senses, yet out of anywhere I've been this has been the most intimate and personal.  Within a city of 7plus million people the words personal and intimate have a certain ironic ring to them.  The general positioning of people's noses in Hong Kong is towards the sky in a sense of false prestige.  In Sham Shui Po I'm not subjected to any threatening nose hairs or crust fore the noses are in their natural positioning at nose level with mine.

I still need to give this man this photo.  He kind of took a risk by letting my snap it.  The boss is a very friendly man but weary of anyone who asks to take a photo of his shop, as he should be.  

family naked time

Barnacle Madness

I'm pretty sure these barnacles have been in more than a few of my meals on Lamma