In the cold and dark of a winter's day, when you arrive at the apartment where Ho Yen-tai lives alone, the first thing you see are dozens of writing brushes of various sizes hanging from the steel grating surrounding the small balcony. Residual drops of ink dribble down the exterior wall of the building, forming slender sable rivulets.
在陰冷的初冬季節，推開何延泰獨居的公寓，只見前陽台鐵窗欄杆上橫豎晾著十來枝粗細不等的毛筆，殘餘的墨汁順著白牆流下，形成一道道細細的墨河。