Hong Kong is fast, but not unpleasant. It’s a humble city, but ostentatious and foreboding all at once. It actually defies definition, which is, I think, why so few novelists or writers have written about it really well. It changes so fast and is so many things to so many people, sometimes all at once, that it’s impossible to write about. It’s more llike a crossword puzzle. It’s empty spaces let you fill in the next presumptive word of what it is. You may not be right, but you won’t know till the next word comes.