Blind Man Clockwork (Hong Kong)

So Morby and I walk to work together in the mornings. What works well is that we are both late comers, we wander into our respective offices around 10 AM – much to the dismay of those Hong Kong workaholics who show up at work bright and early at 8 AM and leave promptly at 8 PM.

And that morning rush makes me smile. Everyone rushing from point A to point B – either by bus or MTR – fingers stuck to their mobile phones or on their Nintendos – or on their Playstations. Or sometimes people just stare into nothing until they arrive at Point B. They stay their for 12 hours and make the trek back to Point A. And they cut people off on the escalators – get pissed off when people stand still on the fast side of the moving sidewalk. Only to get ahead of you – but wait for the doors to open for the same train and they stand beside you.

Or the clomp-clomp-clomp of high heels and designer loafers by the hundreds moving underground between MTR Central and IFC One and Two.

But Morby and I do not coordinate our time by the huge digital projection screen just in front of Lan Kwai Fong broadcasting the morning headlines in Cantonese – or the hundreds of clocks in the store fronts.

When we near the Central Station, there is a blind man – thumping his walking stick to the path he is taking – cutting through the throngs. He is like clockwork. Morby and I can tell how late we are by how far away from the Station entrance he is.

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