Staying in the cubicle, size does not matter. I thought Hong Kong would be confined to a limited space due to its physical nature, but my vision varies. The perspective on scale and size is different from that I had when I was having the CNY in Hong Kong last year. Again, it proves to be a matter of vision and sensation. Widening visionary frame has a moderate development curve. It tends to be fiercely enlarged after a shocking stimulus, but then, it grows in a more subtle and dense capacity into a transformed nature of pictorial surface. I recalled the irrational criticism. People leaving Hong Kong have a flush of what Hong Kong means to them. Identity. When you are detached from the common world where you are used to be in, you are like breaking into the immune system. You look for an attachment. You query the medium of catalyst. Sooner would it reach the end when the latter passes by and goes. Modern philosophy of the city.Libellés : hk, self, space |
