Coming back to Hong Kong, the concrete jungle of Asia, I am reminded of the closeness we are with each other. Every time I look out into the building across my bedroom and glimpse into the lives in every window, I wonder what lives are being lived in them. Every flickering TV, glowing room, human walking around, people working at dimly lit desks, even the dark rooms in which you see nothing makes me wonder what is going on in those apartments. Is the next Einstein or Shakespeare in there studying or watching TV, getting inspiration? Is a couple making sweet love, creating the next Barack Obama? And when I hear piano tunes delivered to my apartment from either upstairs or downstairs, I think to myself, is that the next Chopin or Bach? Or are these people just ordinary people going on with their extraordinary lives? Are they the ones who make this kaleidoscope of human specimens so utterly beautiful? I don't know...and maybe I don't want to know...the beauty of it also lies in the mystery of it...But it is always intriguing to just sit down in my bedroom and "window gaze".
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