I have so many posts of the street markets at Shamshuipo.
My only excuse is that things are always changing, and the streets are never the same from hour to hour.
I’d wonder about the kind of life stories people have.
What would we say, if we have had a chance to speak about ourselves to one another?
I’m the guy with the camera who thinks too much.
While someone else is having his siesta.
The streets are so busy.
Camera: Olympus XA2
Film: Ilford XP2 400