Before the herds and swarms of people, I witness the wake of Chinatown and its very foundations: the earnest hardwork ethic of people that build their lives with their two hands.

To their calloused hands, leather faces, scruffy outfits and their arched silhouettes, I show respect. They are long-standing trees in concrete. Rooted and determined to survive.

In their midst, I am living my life and loving the realness of it all.