Sea breeze.
Gentle sun.
Empty harbor front.
Hazy view of the now defunct Kai Tak Airport in the distance.
My destination is To Kwa Wan, a neighborhood I visited once, with a friend. Far away from the madness of places like Causeway Bay. I'm ready for a long day of walking.

An hour after I left the hostel, I stumble upon the event of the early afternoon.

A semi-truck, filled with stacks of brown plastic cubes.

Workers tossing the cubes from the back of the semi, to the front and off into the water. A legitimate cacophony witnessed by the neighborhood senior citizens and I.

I stop to listen. Lean up against the guardrail. Recorder in hand.

A sideways glance at the person standing next to me; they are watching the event intently. I get the sense they have been planted here from the moment the semi-truck arrived. Hands clasped behind their back. And they will stay until the last cube is fitted in to place.