Strings of Time

We collect stories with our hands, tales of years of exposure to the elements, calluses from pressing chords and making something beautiful out of nothing. On this day, I decided to stop for a moment. I rested against the cold stone blocks that framed the entrance to the HSBC building and watched as his fingers danced over the strings. --- We all have our own journeys, and with that, our own stories, the ones we wrote ourselves, the ones others have written about us, and the remnants of those passed down to us by others. These stories and moments shape us, and they leave traces of themselves behind as they silently whisper their secrets into the world. Through the power of the block...View all