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Mosque on the Mid Levels

In this vast ether, devoid of all but allure, I am lost. The roads have all merged into one long timeline to which photographs or short poems are added to keep memories fresh. Faces appear in my memory from time to time and I have to go back to that timeline to figure out where I met them, and what we shared. The days shrivel. They pass in blurs, sometimes a few slip by while I wrestle with sleep. The clouds lay heavy. My mind is weighed down in thought. The times are strange. My ability to move forward is hindered by options. I lay swaying in the comatose condition of the condemned.

In this vast ether, devoid of all but allure, I am lost. The roads have all merged into one long timeline to which photographs or short poems are added to keep memories fresh. Faces appear in my memory from time to time and I have to go back to that timeline to figure out where I met them, and what we shared. The days shrivel. They pass in blurs, sometimes a few slip by while I wrestle with sleep. The clouds lay heavy. My mind is weighed down in thought. The times are strange. My ability to move forward is hindered by options. I lay swaying in the comatose condition of the condemned.

Today a light is brought through my window and into my bed. The birds that kept me from sleep in the very early morning now wake me from it with song. The clouds have parted slightly and lion rock can be seen standing tall over Tai Wai. I feel the need to leave the house and take photographs.

After taking the star ferry over to Central and walking past all the seated Ayah’s I headed up the escalators, venturing a little further than usual. Upon reaching a break in the stairs I found myself confronted with a wonderful gate. A gate of iron, with paint speckled upon it, and leaning slightly open. I walked in, taking photos as if this was a secret place. Turning a corner I found out that I had walked into a mosque. The surrounding buildings laying peacefully beneath tall trees and covered in shade. I took some photos before anyone would notice, and sat on the wall enjoying the peace and quiet for a good while.

The mosque was left behind, to memory, to nostalgia. I will always have the photos to remind me of that day, no matter what happens to that beautiful place.

How to find: That mosque is at the top of the ESCALATORS in SOHO, CENTRAL, HONG KONG. Its very easy to find if you get on the escalators and ride up!!

written by ghostkamera

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    something_went_wrong

    Beautiful words!

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