A 14 × 14 inch, acrylic painting of the sky. A journal entry is handwritten on the painting:

“The sky feels close as the clouds nestle in the Kowloon foothills. Yesterday, Hu Fang and I ran around in the rain to get Zhang Wei’s medication near Jordan Station. Hu Fang got some bad Hainan chicken due to his over confidence and hunger. As he ate his second breakfast, I enjoyed hearing about his new writing, characters in their daily life and normal professions as a man lives with the knowledge of his death.

5/26/13 10a.m.