Hongkong time lapse

jumping around between time zones, first forwards, so backwards in time: where are the eighteen hours of my life one hangs sleepless in a seat under chinese signs?

Travelling around the globe reminds of what a funny concept time is, this strange idea of linearity, moving back and forth - not like the sun, just being, shining somewhere, dropping shadows somewhere else, but still being everywhere at all times, like conciousness