If you ask where Hong Kong's financial centre is, its name is the same as its location: "Central." It seems so fast-paced, so noisy. The people walking here have indifferent expressions, accustomed to it all, waiting for the traffic light to turn green, then crossing the pedestrian lane without a change in their faces.
Everyone taking the subway here has a clear purpose. They know where to get on and where to get off. Sometimes, you might spot a few familiar faces in the carriage. Every morning or evening, they appear regularly here with cold eyes that hide a weary tolerance.
My apartment is not far from where Max works, which may be why I had the chance to meet him on Tinder. Max came to Hong Kong from distant France for work, but what is his purpose here?
Many goodbyes and encounters
