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I got a favorite spot too – a hidden alley off Orchard Lane. Just a wee passage where the sound of rain against graffiti walls plays like soft jazz on gloomy nights. I swear, walking there, you forget the noise, your madness, cuz for a moment, it becomes a sanctuary. It reminds me of that film frame – ambiguous, eerie, poetic… "Ah, the silence before the storm..." in true Hou Hsiao-hsien style!

Partially standing Cookhouse wall with wattle and daub and slumped wall materials