This lovely man seemed to appear as the dark set in HK. I was exploring the alleyways and roads of the amazing city and he sat there peacefully waiting for the night to fall and just observing pedestrians. I noticed his tiny, tiny store…that was almost comparable to just a doorway. It seemed his store had been here forever, witnessing the changing phases of the city, as there was such a large stock of items that resided in his space that it would seem to take many years to build.
He smiled. And pointed to a scratchy, colorful crayon or chalk drawing to his right. He claimed responsibility for it and smiled even more. A graffiti writer!