1.10.11

It's easy to be anonymous in a city like Hong Kong. Walking the streets I am enveloped by a sea of people, mostly uncaring. The beggars here must see pass this, however. They lie prostrate on the floor in faith that they not only won't get trampled on, but that someone will show them some generosity. My sense is that I can do little to get noticed here in a city teeming with expats and exposure from practically everywhere in the world. Being a visitor here further distances me from a deeper sense of belonging. I guess that's why home always feels so good! When away, knowing you belong elsewhere makes it okay as a stranger just for a little while.