|Hong Kong October 2011|
If life is an ocean then I'm in the middle of it afloat, almost seasick from being rock by quiet waves at low tide. Left, right, left, right. The shifting of the weight the same as the last that one can nearly predict its passing. Left, right, left, right. Dizzy in a monotonous trance, soon I'll be forced to start praying for some kind of typhoon for a sake of a change.