When one visits the outer reaches of HK, they are reminded that in order to really experience this place, to be in and of it, hard work must be done. Stanley, like Sai Kung, like Lamma Islands, bristles with the affluent and the successful. If you’re starting up here, with no proper social circle, it can feel all quite overwhelming.
The work is to come. Earning the HKD, to – not so much meet green eyes on a level playing field – be able to indulge, play, sit on the fine sand of Repulse Bay and say, “I belong here”.
Often this percieved as aggressivity – if – and only if – humility has clouded a sense of purpose.Or the weak have led you that way. It isn’t sociopathic if it is tied with an ethical sensibility. Just don’t shit on anyone from a great height.
The Will-To-Power is the fundamental root…. the thread that become the tree that becomes the branch that becomes the leaves.
You’re the outward expression of a momentary fragment of reality imposing itself on itself- and not a smiley, happy-clappy, ray of light.
I am present, so I must capitalise on the opportunity, capitalise on the fluidity of a city that flows like the capital running through its veins. The men are captains of industry, but it’s the women who power this ship.
life thrives as a kaleidescope of fearlessness, it serves up easter eggs in both the commercialised ‘artifice’ and the natural tranquility of the city state edges.
There, behind the overgrown school of Lamma Island, or the burning sticks of a silent temple, lies the numinous dynamism that permeates the veins of strong, honest men.