Sunset at 11:47 am

Staling behind the eyes
Of the eastward apartment,
The windows to my soul
Try to blink the fog away;
Ageing by the hours,
Spring breezes past again—
Still as untouchable
As the 64 mornings before.

 

Colin Lee

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My family had returned to the safety of Hong Kong before the travel restrictions were imposed last month. Nothing much went on since, as nothing much can go on now. I’m still working from home—far, far away from the sweatshop. In a way, life for us still seems to be business as usual, but is it, really? How terrifying to think, since my last entry, that thousands and thousands of lives have already disappeared from the face of the earth. How will this end?

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