the story behind an obsession

Hong Kong 1997. For a year when I go to second hand shops, I obsessively look for white t-shirts with some caption on them. T-shirts which probably were free at an event or festival accordingly were underestimated and thrown off.


My favorite part: the label. HAPY. It should be a patch so I could sew up. Maybe I will anyway.
I hunt for other people's worthless memories - pieces which make me thinking about unknown stories, unfulfilled dreams. I need fumbling in stranger's soul. I'm an observer.

P.S.: Does anyone know the name of the game on it??