I dreamed of being an illegal immigrant in Hong Kong, dressed in disarray with hair pinned up in a dishevel state. I lugged around in one hand a fake China-made bag full of daily necessities and clothing obviously packed in haste, the end of a trouser hanging out of the half zipped bag. In my other hand holds a huge blue/red striped plastic bag containing the few pots and pans i have, the noisy clanking attracting people’s stare. The dream[...]
