How does one begin the day in North Point?

I wake up, hearing voices and the intense noise on the street. I can already feel the dust. I open the windows but I cannot see the outside, my apartment is fully lined with a strong blue fabric. I have to go out of the house. I walk away from the noise, the enormous crowd of people but everything looks long and narrow. I look up but I can’t even see the sky, only the skyscrapers and the smog.

I try to find my own space, but I can’t. I feel myself as a transient. Hong Kong is “not so much a place as a space of transit”.