To find a perfect place. (to work on dissertation, to buy a perfect round cake)
12,000 years ago, we had reached a key moment in human history. With the exception of the islands of the Pacific, human beings had settled the whole habitable world since then. We seem to be hard-wired to keep moving, to want more, to find out what's beyond the next hill.
Facing some green trees, quite a nice and quiet place on the very very periphery of Central district.
Michael Palin: 'In myself I've always been very restless and, from when I was very small, interested in where I wasn't, [in] what was over the horizon, [in] what was round the next corner. And the more you look at the history of 'homo sapiens', it's all about movement, right from the very first time they decided to leave Africa. It is this restlessness which seems a very significant factor in the way the planet was settled by humans. It does seem that we are not settled, we think we are, but we are still looking for somewhere else where something is better - where it's warmer, it's more pleasant. Maybe there is an element, a spiritual element, of hope in this whole thing. You know, that you are going to find somewhere that is going to be wonderful. It's the search for paradise, the search for the perfect land - maybe that's at the bottom of it all, all the time.
Love no.1 IFC rooftop (and of coz my dynamic friend - in my distant memory, u love to run)
Pic no. 2, Vanilla. The process of searching for a cake, accidental all black clothes - Architect look
Love no.3, all the little cafes along my favourite walk these days - Cyberport to Central
Searching for the perfect cake...
Walked pass many old favourites today, form 5/6 IFC *bugs, even though I no longer love... but there is a special feeling towards it. Found my perfect birthday cake today, so no more sweets, back to strict healthy life plan tmr!
Found also a great place to work on dissertation.
Met old friends and new friends. Thought of a potential new lamp idea, as a gift to the winner of my bday party.
Paradoxical, a lot of paradox.
But beautiful Hong Kong, you are so beautiful.
beautiful pictures...wws is so cute running! Miss you guys much....haha i deleted the previous comment so I can write more extensively on your notion of searching for a perfect place. So true, so true, we do so much to search for what we think is better, more beautiful, brighter, all with a little hope embedded inside. Sometimes I cant help thinking that to arrive at that better place is not the point, but the process, the journey, in which you strive so hard, go through so much pain and uplifting moments, sacrifice so much, taking a leap of faith...That maybe itself is the better place, the striving to arrive at one...when you think about it, actually arriving at the perfect place may be such an anticlimatic moment...given the amount of things you have seen on the way, no?
There're these stanzas in my favourite poem - “Ithaca” - Constantine P. Cavafy (1911. To search for Ithaca, was the grandest voyage after all.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.
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