Feel strongly about these letters, or any other aspects of the news? Share your views by emailing us your Letter to the Editor at [email protected] or filling in this Google form. Submissions should not exceed 400 words.The op-ed, “Stop mourning Hong Kong. It’s evolving, not dying” (August 13), is right to argue that nostalgia should not be the standard by which we judge Hong Kong’s future. It rightly reminded us that the city has reinvented itself many times. The Hong Kong of 2018 will not return, just as the Hong Kong of my childhood disappeared long before then.But there is another side to nostalgia worth considering.Born in Hong Kong, I remain a permanent resident though I have spent much of my adult life elsewhere in Asia. I am drawn not to new shopping centres, but to wet markets, old restaurants, crowded streets and traditional yum cha.Online, I follow groups that post photographs of Hong Kong in the 1960s and 70s: trams passing shops that have vanished, old housing estates, neon signs, ferries and markets. People identify buildings, debate dates and contribute their own memories.Recently I watched the 1960 film The World of Suzie Wong. In its opening scenes, William Holden arrives by the Star Ferry and walks through crowded streets and markets. The depiction is stylised, even quaint, yet I found it immensely pleasurable. It evoked the Hong Kong of my childhood – not that I wish to return to that world, but I recognise traces of it.It would be easy to interpret this as longing for a lost Hong Kong, especially given the political and social changes of recent years. But something more complicated is happening.