20091020-53 (tabletop)

The air is like wool. It rests on the tabletop city like a stack of felt on a grand piano. Shadows like shark fins carve the buildings into parings of grey light. My hands on the keyboard are so grimy it looks as if I'm wearing gloves.
All photographs by Lee Ka-sing
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