A well-dressed Chinese man in 1960s Hong Kong, sitting alone in a dimly lit apartment at night. He wears a dark tailored suit, loosened tie, cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling upward. On the small table in front of him: a steaming bowl of instant noodles and scattered pages of an unfinished manuscript. The lighting is moody and cinematic — neon green and red hues cast soft glows, with reflections from the window. The atmosphere is melancholic, nostalgic, and intimate, like a still from Wong Kar-wai’s 2046. See more