Tonight in my study procrastination i wrote a song about buildings. This is about the fourth in a series of songs i've written about buildings. They didn't intend to be about buildings, but that's all i can see outside my window. Even if i start trying to write about something else a building always comes into it somehow. I wondered if this was some kind of local phenomenon and so i read some poetry by a Hong Kong poet who writes in English, but it didn't mention anything about buildings specifically.
The building out my window is particularly interesting because it has light on the top that gradually change colour, and it's a bit hypnotic sometimes. It's good to stare at. Mainly I write about that building, because i feel i have the closest relationship with it.
There are soooooooo many buildings in Hong Kong.
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I find I try to write about my garden, or birds, or the ephemerality of illusion or whatever and quite frankly I'm not finding any of it very inspirational.
In fact, if I can be perfectly francis with y'all the whole of England affects me so much that I've reached a sort of negative inspiration point.
Is this an example of the proverbial abyss looking back into you before screaming and running away? I don't know...
...Dr Holbrook would know...
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