To be free

Written on election day, November 4, 2025. Posted later. Sitting outside in Causeway Bay in early November I remember things, and contemplate the future. It is the first temperate week of the end of twenty twenty five. For the first time since April I wear jeans and a long sleeve out of the house and am happy for both garments. For the first time in months I do not contemplate my flip flops at the…