The photo was shot inside an open air building in Chinatown segregated for small shops and hawker stalls. I tried to build upon the story of this stranger when framing the shot. Clearly it was a moment of vulnerability which the subject shared even when he was dreaming. And his belongings (and possibly his entire worldly possessions) were just beside him juxtaposed against this clean environment. The sign “Basement Market” added to the irony while the Mandarin characters added some textural context to the setting. Some may say, "Just another faceless figure, that man is as good as dead."