Late news
Territories will be taken
We are covered red
Filtered through by plastic light of the sun
This is the center of our city
The financial hub
Can you afford to wait
If time is money?
Who could ever guess
A region so singularly obsessed with its
You stare at anything long enough nowadays
You realise everything is manufactured
Depending on your perspective
Yesterday I saw some hong kong yuppie nouveau riches jogging with their dogs wearing neon
I finally realized
In my old golden age
We lie as corpses in a fishing village
Harbour flowing with blood gold
What if wherever you are
it is the last building you'll ever be in
Impossible is everything
When I can't just do it
We use to rely and trust our gods
For the safety in our streets
We have to face the fact that it's over
Some bricks contain people
There are many of us from history
that are buried but not drown by the sea
The world seems to be against fire regulations for people to space ratios
We frequently break noise and light pollution indexes