Reflections of April and December: Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung’s Passing (Excerpt 6)
I walked towards the place where flowers were left. I took photos, I knew where to get what shots I wanted. Last time I wandered, I took it in, I did not know what to expect. The feelings so new, seeing names of famous people on the banners of the flowers, cards from all over the world stuck on baskets upon baskets of flowers. I did not know how to feel when I looked, I did not know what I was to discover. I was unfamiliar with the senses that it provoked within me. This time I already knew where to get my shots, and how they would look before I took them. It was familiar, it was like having a second chance to recreate the event in photos, I have been here just eight months before. I tried for a second to conjure up the awe and sadness I felt last time, but I couldn’t. Anita is gone. But this experience of goodbye is not new.
