This picture is more of a meaningful embrace to history to me than any attempt of some sort of artistic impression (although I did bump up the contrast a little bit). My grandfather used to go there when he was still alive. I haven't been there even since I was a young young child, probably near toddler years and recently came here a few times the last year. The first time, too drunk and emotional since by the time we left, I left sobbing on Patrick's shoulders.

I don't know what came over me.

I was crying nonstop. I wasn't close to my grandfather, who is when you're so young? But I was there, where he used to go every day to get his daily fix of morning coffee, tea, buns, what have you. It was a piece of him that I was entering and it was overwhelming.

I think I'll take this again in daylight. Chinatown is changing, has changed greatly. We won't remember it for how it is now soon enough.