CANTONESE ELECTRIC GODS

When she was a girl San-min saw her father explode. It was the moment he kissed the neon. A shower of sparks – flames all across the corrugated rooftops of the urban village. Old Cantonese walls, alleyways where girls waited for business, roads clogged with tangled-together bicycles, networks of the rubber tendrils of the power... Continue Reading →

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