【明報專訊】This was supposed to be my last ''Coming Up for Air'' column. For a while now at the end of most days there comes the time. The time when I am often tired, sometimes drunk and inevitably fed up with everything that's going on in Hong Kong. The gaslighting, the sadness, the oppression. It is the time when I throw up my hands, let out a stream of expletives, and decide this will be the last day. The last day for the bookshop, the last day of school for the kids, the last day we call Hong Kong home.