I've seen homeless men sleeping on park benches. I have seen children climbing over the tops. I have seen readers, fighters, geezers. I have seen eaters, daters, the contemplative and the content. I have seen my dog leap over it in anticipation on some magical jumping prize that doesn't exist. Mostly, I see empty benches, usually collecting water and dust with paint chips in the process of curling up and flaking off. But I have never, ever seen a man inserting himself into bench openings.
And I thought Hong Kong was just like any other city!
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