九龍城寨早已拆卸，但有人說，在某些舊區深處，仍然可以找到一些不應該存在的地方。那些店舖，沒有招牌，也沒有時間。
The Kowloon Walled City is long gone, yet some claim fragments of it still remain, hidden in places where they no longer belong, spaces untouched by time.

中文版本

我不記得自己為什麼會走進那條巷，那晚本來只是經過舊區，街燈不算明亮，巷口沒有名字，只是一條很窄的通道，我原本只是想走過去，但走到一半時，看見裡面有一間理髮廳，門是開著的，燈光偏黃，裡面很舊，像很多年沒有翻新過，我停了一下，不知道為什麼會站在門口，但那種感覺很熟悉，像以前來過，我走了進去，裡面只有一張椅子，一面鏡，還有一個人站在後面，他沒有問我要不要剪，只是示意我坐下，我坐下來，看著鏡子，鏡裡的自己有點模糊，不是看不清，而是像有一點延遲，我動了一下頭，鏡中的動作慢了一點才跟上，我沒有說話，那個人已經開始動手，他的動作很輕，很慢，沒有聲音，剪刀沒有發出聲音，整個空間很安靜，我看著鏡子，看著自己，但有幾次，我覺得鏡裡的人，沒有完全跟著我動，我沒有確定，只是看著，時間過了多久，我不清楚，那個人停下來，沒有說話，只是把布拿開，我站起來，看著鏡子，頭髮已經剪好，看起來很正常，我轉身準備離開，那個人已經不在了，我走出門口，外面的街和剛才一樣，但我回頭再看，那間理髮廳已經不見了，只剩下一面牆，我以為自己記錯位置，但我很確定，我剛才是從那裡走出來的，之後的幾天，我開始留意鏡子，有時候，我會覺得，鏡中的自己，比我早一步動

English Version

I don’t remember why I turned into that alley, it wasn’t somewhere I planned to go, the street outside was dim, the entrance narrow and unmarked, I meant to walk past it, but halfway through I noticed a barbershop tucked inside, the door open, warm yellow light spilling out, the place looked old, untouched for years, I stopped without knowing why, there was something strangely familiar about it, as if I had been there before, I stepped inside, there was only one chair, one mirror, and someone standing behind it, he didn’t ask what I wanted, he simply gestured for me to sit, I did, facing the mirror, my reflection looked slightly off, not unclear, but delayed, I moved my head, and a fraction later, the reflection followed, I said nothing, the man had already begun, his movements were slow, careful, silent, the scissors made no sound, the entire room felt muted, I kept watching the mirror, watching myself, but a few times, I felt like the person in the reflection wasn’t perfectly in sync, I couldn’t be certain, so I didn’t react, time passed, though I couldn’t tell how long, eventually he stopped, removed the cloth, and stepped away, I stood up, looked at the mirror again, my hair was cut, everything looked normal, I turned to leave, but when I glanced back, the man was gone, I walked out into the alley, the street looked the same as before, but when I turned back, the barbershop was no longer there, just a blank wall, I thought I had mistaken the spot, but I knew I had just walked out of it, in the days that followed, I started noticing mirrors more often, and sometimes, just for a moment, it felt like my reflection moved before I did