You throw on jeans and head down to the bar, but after half a drink you want to run home. You repeat this routine a couple of times before you realize the problem isn’t where you are. I look at Hong Kong, and I wonder whether this is what the end of the world feels like. I don’t know how to keep watching, but I know we can’t look away. I can’t call the cops; no one except the Hong Kong elite trusts the police enough to seek them out anymore.

Source: New York Times November 27, 2019 00:56 UTC