Close your eyes.
Allow your mind to go blank. Breathe slowly, until there is nothing but darkness and the intermittent flecks of color dancing on the inside of your eyelids. Now, take a deep breath. Take another and, as you do, imagine you are the only person here. Ignore the constant stepping on your feet. Shut out the chatter. Forget the crowd. Forget the bodies, the cameras, the selfie sticks. You will have been stood, for some time now, braced rigid against the constant swell and current of the crowd, so release that tension from your muscles. Allow it to leave your body, starting from the top and flowing downward till it filters out of you and transfers into the paved ground beneath.
Now, breathe again – your body feels lighter -- open your eyes and tilt your head to the sky.
The only thing you are now aware of is the vast darkness above you. A steady stream of small, paper lanterns begins from somewhere ahead of you and trickles up, one after another, to join the other sparks of burning red heat creating a pool in the center of the black expanse overhead. Jutting from within a series of hills on the horizon, Tower 83 strikes brightly and brilliantly into the sky. The lanterns continue to drift and sway, slowly dimming until the light suffocates and quickly fizzles out. You are, again, cast into darkness.
Do this for as long as you can, until an elderly Korean lady, equipped with face mask and visor, nearly sends you flying as she barges through everyone in her path.
