The smell of incense lingers in the air like an afterthought, or a dream, or a past life. We are back to do a familiar walk: pay our respects at the Sha Tin columbarium where are housed the ashes of 爺爺, 嫲嫲, and 伯伯.

I loved my Blogger website: it felt homemade, familiar, and, most importantly, mine. The Squarespace rendition, on the other hand, feels just like the mall in South Horizons today: somewhat similar to what it used to be, but much more sanitary. A mere hollow of the old thing.

Something scares me about the nature of office life. It might be the permanence of all of it — the lack of a collective knowledge that this is all temporary, that this will all end some day, the way kids in high school count down the clock together to the inevitable goodbye.

A celebration of some moments I caught on camera.