View of Kowloon from Hong Kong harbor
Many years ago, after finishing university, I was sleeping on the floors and in the spare bedrooms of various kind friends in Liverpool, while working at a decrepit 'gallery with character'. One night as if to escape I dreamt of Hong Kong – a place I'd never thought of much, one way or the other. But then forgot it, as you do.
The first time I stood at this ferry pier, waiting for the boat to take me from Central Hong Kong to my new home on Lamma Island, it was familiar. It took a long time to figure out why: this is exactly where I had stood and what I had seen in the dream, ten years before.