There are times in my tiny New York City life that I want to thrust myself out onto the fire escape, tear my shirt open and just suck in all the oxygen I can get. It is so easy to feel claustrophobic here – we are packed in like sardines – on the train, on the sidewalk, at work, in our apartment buildings – sometimes I just get hungry for my own space.
But these tower blocks in Hong Kong are somethin’ else entirely. I need to breathe into a paper bag. …SEE WHAT I MEAN AFTER THE JUMP!