| mercredi, janvier 24 |
| Landed...(24/1) |
Undo, redo, depart, arrive, a sequence of actions, perhaps in the relationship of reason and consequence, and then it paves its way to an affirmed flow of confirmation... Human reasoning. I am back, or at the same time, I am expelled. It is a matter of understanding. Hong Kong appears not to have changed a lot. The only change is my perception, or my recognition, perhaps my belief, or simply a short-term dislocation. I go from the same way out in. It is a feeling of into it. Pas vias rectas, or else it may worth a long way wandering before a settlement. The sky is not as worse as I have thought of. Pollution is always slow-motion diffusion. Is my consciousness lost? Or am I no more sensitive. The roads become shorter. The manhole covers are made in Hong Kong. Blue sky, slightly foggy, a colorisation of memory with images, true or false, a totalism. Collective sharing manifests on narrow streets in busy districts. People walk straight and people are good followers. It is a consequence of managed expectation, and there is a very different feeling when compared with my last shocking stay in 2006. It is still a city of the egoistic centre of it all. Culture, subculture, waves, hypes, identity, reality. I act more like an observer, I recognise...it is not just an act, but it is a very logical genetic metamorphosis of a sense of value. People are usually experience-driven. Good and bad, but this is a simply trait in history. Being an observer, it is regarded more human than the Camus status of étranger. I am into it, but my eyes keep a distance from the motions taken place in front of me. I am flattered. This is a very natural way to start a day 1 of the post-Ulysses-like journey, in terms of mental development.Libellés : hk, return, self |
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