New Hong Kong: Part Two, The Trigger

Picture: Sina Wittayawiroj Causeway Bay station. Two figures were marching side by side through the busy East Concourse, both in their early twenties. They were looking for a place to sit down and catch up. Faye, wearing a white T-shirt and pink knee-length skirt, was a fourth-year sociology student at the University of Hong Kong… Continue reading New Hong Kong: Part Two, The Trigger

New Hong Kong: Part One, The Resentment / Third Trip

Last night, Chang had a dream. Carrie Lam was giving a speech of resignation at the Legislative Council attended by a huge crowd of protesters and big-time democracy activists. In her speech, Lam was apologizing for police brutality during the protests and assured an independent commission of inquiry would be established to investigate the matter.… Continue reading New Hong Kong: Part One, The Resentment / Third Trip

New Hong Kong: Part One, The Resentment / Second Trip

The next day, Chang left office a bit past six o'clock as usually. He marched to the train station with his gaze fixated on the sidewalk. A zombie-like yet oddly determined gait. He entered the car and landed heavily on an empty seat close to the doors. Other passengers were preoccupied with their smart phones,… Continue reading New Hong Kong: Part One, The Resentment / Second Trip

New Hong Kong: Part One, The Resentment / First Trip

Chang had been feeling low lately. He had just finished another day's work at the office and was walking down Kin Wing Street in Tuen Mun District. It was 6:11 p.m. Chang kept his eyes on the ground as he marched past the gray concrete high-rises. The off-duty crowd greeted him with idle appearances. Once… Continue reading New Hong Kong: Part One, The Resentment / First Trip

Payday. Wrap-up / The Nerd, Session Thirteen

Buddha: Berlin Ethnological Museum On the day after New Year, Fronk cashed in eight thousand dollars worth of cryptocurrency. He scanned the sum in his account contentedly and, little by little, a feeling of serenity spread through his entire body. Now he could finally settle December's overdue rent, possibly repay a few loans, and most… Continue reading Payday. Wrap-up / The Nerd, Session Thirteen

Eight Days. Angel / The Nerd, Session Twelve

By evening Fronk dared to leave his apartment. He put the hood on his sweater all the way up and hurried down the stairwell. The neighborhood had turned into a shadowy ghost town. A thin layer of snow lay on the streets and yards. People had either holed up at home or travelled to their… Continue reading Eight Days. Angel / The Nerd, Session Twelve

Studio. Boredom / The Nerd, Session Eleven

A white, spacious room. Bright beams of sunlight poured in through the wide windows. C. J. saw a door in front of him and tried to approach it but then realized he was stuck. The only part of his body that he could freely move was his head. He was strapped into a heavy iron… Continue reading Studio. Boredom / The Nerd, Session Eleven

Holidays. Feast of the Sun. Bait / The Nerd, Session Ten

That day the pieces began falling into place. Right after his shift, Fronk was still way too worked up to fully get what exactly had just happened. He flung himself down on the bed to get a few hour's worth of restless sleep. Later he sipped energy drink in the kitchen and looked through the… Continue reading Holidays. Feast of the Sun. Bait / The Nerd, Session Ten

Night Flight. Outlaw. Panzer / The Nerd, Session Nine

"Anything new?" Native asked in front of the cafĂ© on Main Street, Laguna Beach. The sun was already way up. "Nah," C. J. replied tiredly. "We can probably count Whispymound Drive out." "Got ya. So, I'll continue today with Catalina." "Yep. Listen, can I maybe borrow that drone of yours tonight?" C. J. asked and… Continue reading Night Flight. Outlaw. Panzer / The Nerd, Session Nine

Zest. Preparation for the Feast. Break-in / The Nerd, Session Eight

C. J. recognized the symbol. He had seen it on the web. It was a reference to a conspiracy theory, started by a self-appointed high-level government official who claimed to be revealing the corrupt and evil deeds of the worldwide elite. C. J.'s breathing had swiftly turned shallow due to sheer excitement. "Fuckin' A, Kitty!… Continue reading Zest. Preparation for the Feast. Break-in / The Nerd, Session Eight