Wrinkled, scarred or disguised, walls are witnesses to the passage of time. The age of their cement tells the glory and frailty of this town.
These walls were from a building I’ve been visiting since I was small. The building will perish soon to make way for redevelopment in Hong Kong. I try to decipher the mysteries of these walls, and the stories they tell. While staring at the marks on the walls, a vision of a cemetery emerged, but instead of tombstones, I saw new towers and highrise estates made with “cement”. Perhaps these were tombstones afterall.