Yongkong Road

The street near my house is "under construction." ("Destruction" would certainly be more apt.)

One day it's a quaint, tree-lined thoroughfare, the next it's a pile of rubble. The air smells of sewage and dust. Listless guys in hardhats stand about smoking cigarettes and stare blankly into the hole in the street.

Why are they digging up the street? This question seems the modern urban equivalent of "What's the sound of one hand clapping?" -- a riddle meant to purge your mind of all conscious thought.

I feel like I'm back in New York City.