What is life but an accumulation of fleeting moments? Looking out at the endless sky, I find that the accumulation itself is fleeting. When the final moment comes, I shall return to that darkness from whence I came.
Before smartphones I used to buy printed transportation guides when visiting Hong Kong. They were super useful for exploring around town and finding out what buses were nearby. Cleaning out my bookshelf tonight I found a few of these guides, and inside the 2010 one was this fare table. Interesting for comparison purposes.