Lately, I’ve lost my usual rhythm. I keep dragging my feet until Wednesday to start writing my newsletter, clinging to the “deadline warrior” spirit, narrowly finishing each issue on the very night it’s due. This week, I’ve been even more persistent in my procrastination. By Wednesday morning, I still hadn’t put pen to paper; instead, I headed to the Kowloon City Magistrates’ Courts to observe the case against Book Punch and its founder, Pong Yat-ming, who are accused of operating an unregist...