The taxi eats through the Kowloon traffic like Pac-Man. It weaves in and out of the busy streets, surrounded on all sides by endless rows of stained, ramshackle residential buildings,…
The salaryman is slumped asleep on the train, oblivious to everything — maybe even his own station of disembarkation — doomed to ride to the end of the line. But no, his clockwork…
All great cities have a legend or two. Some weave their marketing motif around them. Mythical figures and tall tales are claimed and even fought over when it comes to setting one centre of…
The usual surfie suspects get on the Eastern Suburbs line from Sydney’s Circular Quay station: blonde dudes with orange, glowing skin, and a quiet, dreadlocked guy in the corner, steadying…