緩件號碼 DISPATCH №
HQL-648
內容 CONTENTS:
碧街事變：六四滾動街頭劇場
Pitt Street Riot：Rolling Theatre of Tiananmen Massacre
出發點 START POINT:
香港土瓜灣轉運站 |
到達點 END POINT:
香港鰂魚涌 |
定量信息 QUANTITATIVE DATA:
運輸時間DELIVERY TIME： 88天，4個鐘頭，41分鐘 88 days，4 hours，41 minutes 訂單 ORDER WC-9131 1 本 copy |
慢遞人員 COURIER:
易拎PORTABLE |
物流情況 SHIPPING STATUS:
到達COMPLETED：
2024-12-13，15:54
慢遞招募發布
ROUTE REQUESTED：
2024-09-16，11:13
附注 NOTATION:
2024-12-13，下奏 afternoon：
Dear RECEIVER,
Despite being a same city destination and only separated by a small harbour, our dispatch was delayed for quite some time, hope that you were not too anxious about it. Noticing the very faint lift of curiousity as I handed over the package to you, I suspect that you might had already forgot about it since you placed your order in September. Hopefully you appreciate the unexpected. Our Hong Kong routes may have less cause for sluggishness than the rest, but in all honesty it was the contents which made me apprehensive, more apprehensive than I would have been before. But it's post-NSL now, post so many guilty verdicts, and almost post the ability to feel the freedom of two systems, so I have been shrinking back, on tiptoe. It has been a bad year for independent publishing and booksellers, making dramatic scenarios of being snared into the security bureau's lair for 'sensitive' knowledge-sharing revolve like searchlights in my head. But this delivery was never forgotten, and I have been determined to 'fulfill'. So it was today, before heading to Wanchai and Sheung Wan for other errands and visits, that I wrapped one staple-bound zine, kept stiff by the DVD inside, using Sogo Department Store advertising bills that were handed to me a few weeks ago by runner aunties at the Shenzhen Bay bus terminal (an unlikely location for such classic marketing actions, but insightfully on the mark with the recent 17% increase of mainlanders visiting Hong Kong due to relaxed border restrictions). If it becomes easier and easier to enter this city from all directions, how can intra-circulations still be sifted into an incongruent mix, to make histories and fettered pasts flow a bit more, or at least delay the hardening of cement? It's still a dire outlook despite trying to keep things a moving. Does this count for very much?
But I am afraid. Instead of establishing contact first as I usually do, this time I decided to first check out your receiving address in a Quarry Bay industrial building as a test of whether it would be safe enough to personally complete the delivery—or find a mailbox, or run for cover. At least the weather is fair today, and I unexpectedly receive a bonus HKD $137 subsidy on my Octopus card before taking the ferry to see you. This must be the free-dom to be found in HQL-648. After the ferry, comparing the price of fresh fish, and four stops further by 叮叮 ding-ding tram, I arrive and the wait for the lift is long and suspenseful, but its glass walls offer a reflective glance back across the harbour by way of another building's glossy distortions. First, a glass facade, a good sign. A poster for a modern dance performance taped inside the window, and an earthy-toned front reception, with stacked cardboard boxes but no reception. Looks better than the sham business front of HQL-629 at least. As I sit down across the corridor to write your dispatch label, a young female passes by and enters your space, disappearing behind a corner. I wonder if she is you. When i finally muster up the courage to ring the doorbell, a tall male comes to the door instead, and upon asking for you, that very faint lift of curiousity, and it's you.
媒體記錄 TRACKING:
Despite being a same city destination and only separated by a small harbour, our dispatch was delayed for quite some time, hope that you were not too anxious about it. Noticing the very faint lift of curiousity as I handed over the package to you, I suspect that you might had already forgot about it since you placed your order in September. Hopefully you appreciate the unexpected. Our Hong Kong routes may have less cause for sluggishness than the rest, but in all honesty it was the contents which made me apprehensive, more apprehensive than I would have been before. But it's post-NSL now, post so many guilty verdicts, and almost post the ability to feel the freedom of two systems, so I have been shrinking back, on tiptoe. It has been a bad year for independent publishing and booksellers, making dramatic scenarios of being snared into the security bureau's lair for 'sensitive' knowledge-sharing revolve like searchlights in my head. But this delivery was never forgotten, and I have been determined to 'fulfill'. So it was today, before heading to Wanchai and Sheung Wan for other errands and visits, that I wrapped one staple-bound zine, kept stiff by the DVD inside, using Sogo Department Store advertising bills that were handed to me a few weeks ago by runner aunties at the Shenzhen Bay bus terminal (an unlikely location for such classic marketing actions, but insightfully on the mark with the recent 17% increase of mainlanders visiting Hong Kong due to relaxed border restrictions). If it becomes easier and easier to enter this city from all directions, how can intra-circulations still be sifted into an incongruent mix, to make histories and fettered pasts flow a bit more, or at least delay the hardening of cement? It's still a dire outlook despite trying to keep things a moving. Does this count for very much?
But I am afraid. Instead of establishing contact first as I usually do, this time I decided to first check out your receiving address in a Quarry Bay industrial building as a test of whether it would be safe enough to personally complete the delivery—or find a mailbox, or run for cover. At least the weather is fair today, and I unexpectedly receive a bonus HKD $137 subsidy on my Octopus card before taking the ferry to see you. This must be the free-dom to be found in HQL-648. After the ferry, comparing the price of fresh fish, and four stops further by 叮叮 ding-ding tram, I arrive and the wait for the lift is long and suspenseful, but its glass walls offer a reflective glance back across the harbour by way of another building's glossy distortions. First, a glass facade, a good sign. A poster for a modern dance performance taped inside the window, and an earthy-toned front reception, with stacked cardboard boxes but no reception. Looks better than the sham business front of HQL-629 at least. As I sit down across the corridor to write your dispatch label, a young female passes by and enters your space, disappearing behind a corner. I wonder if she is you. When i finally muster up the courage to ring the doorbell, a tall male comes to the door instead, and upon asking for you, that very faint lift of curiousity, and it's you.