As the city is growing and drawing more people to taste the fortune, it becomes a sticky trap they cannot escape. There is always a prize to pay for the deluding happiness. This is Part Two of the afternoon in Chinatown. One big part of Sydney’s Chinatown today is Market City, just above the famous Paddy’s Market. They are waiting something to happen until the shopping centre is closed. It is nearly there but not quite.
Like any other cities, it has to have Chinatown in Sydney. And it is growing with a number of Asian migrants, especially, overseas students. Modern skyscrapers implode on George Street, the major bloodline that cuts through the city, make backdrops of old buildings and accommodate residents and businesses in the heart of the city.
A man shaking a towel on his balcony in World Tower.
Cityscape on George Street.
Window views in Chinatown.
The Moon over Chinatown.
In the fish bowl, the journey seems too long although it’s just the regular path she walks along to get something home for dinner everyday. It’s a fast lane and she can’t catch up. But why in a hurry? There are benches for everyone to take a rest. It’s a beautiful afternoon, after all.
Slow down when you’re tired, stop when you can’t go no more and get back on track when you’re ready. Know your strength to achieve your goals. In this rapidly distorted world, nobody seems aware.
It is just a regular afternoon on the local patch, Enmore Road. Walking pass and looking through glass windows, life simply goes on. Everyone has their own purpose in a day, kind of. It may finish with or without the missions accomplished.
No one cares if there was no tomorrow. Just now…the moment is trapped in invisible illusions.
A woman waiting for a bus on Enmore Road.
Shopping in an organic green grocer.
A bored shop keeper entertaining himself with his coffee.
Wanna do some business with me?
A foreman renovating @Newtown RSL Club.
An autumn night in Sydney is not too cold to stroll along the streets, not as cold as the city itself. Not many creatures are active in this hour but the motionless despair. It invisibly creeps out of its cave and relentlessly swallow its preys, alive. There are so many lights but they cannot see way…home. Five steps to break down.
One: Looking through windows, fuel is burning to light the pantry for no one to eat.
Two: Many entrances but no access.
Three: Only one way down.
Four: Waiting to go back home.
Five: No where to go just sleeping on the reality.