Hong Kong is about as incomplete and as empty as it is crowded. It’s a lot like the fate that brings you here — an incomplete scrabble of steel, concrete, haze and neon. Your life here is awash in brilliant colors, and soot.
It makes me think what I am made of, and why I am here….I’ve come to this conclusion:
For me, being here was about being lost and feeling the very pit of the angst I felt in being detached and separate from the things I know now that I need to survive.
Having been away for a while, and now back, I find I have what I need — love, self-respect, and a confirmed itinerary of goals I must achieve in my life, so that I can leave a better something for my better halves, whatever children I’ll be bringing into this world as I am making my way out.