mrzablowdowski

The day after moon cake day, the moon cake is less than half price. And I love moon cake. Chinatown is close. Can't explain moon cake day. A king , the peasants, and magical animals like all chinese legends. It's best to think of the harvest moon. It's the day after the full moon every year this time of year. And there's cake.

Shooting a picture. Major production. Across the street from secret location number two. Can tell it's something big from the size of traffic snarl. What it's called I don't know. Took no notice of the notices posted the day previous.

As the nieghbourhood wasn't run down enough the buildings are painted. Sprayed charcoal wash. Each facade a dank, dingy, dark grey. A faux shabby. It seems to be some sort of science fiction.

In this future basketball is played in a large metal cage on pulleys, by men in camouflage rags or stripy green jump suits. A banner at the rear expounds on an automated edict. The characters all have shiny plastic concept cars. And they have cool pizza.

Shot a few pictures of my own. Didn't like any of them. Thought to return to Chinatown. Take a picture of my favorite lions. The pair sit at the corner outside the bank. I make a point to touch their noses if ever I walk by. In turn, first the one to the south and then the one to the north. He has hair like Elvis.