Today, I passed by this women sitting crossed leg in a busy street in Causeway Bay, covering herself with plastic bags.
I started thinking~ If each plastic bags represents a sentimental past, they must be very heavy (despite their apparently filmsy look).
If she had a choice, I don't think she would chose to be filthy, to be lonely, to be named crazy.
But then, maybe it was fate that chose her instead.
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