{"id":2898,"date":"2015-07-23T03:55:18","date_gmt":"2015-07-23T03:55:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/?p=2898"},"modified":"2015-07-23T03:55:18","modified_gmt":"2015-07-23T03:55:18","slug":"hong-kong-madness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2015\/07\/hong-kong-madness\/","title":{"rendered":"Hong Kong Madness"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sometimes waking up completely hating myself, in this self sabotage mess. They say the artist and architect are one and the same. The addict and artist, they are paradoxes. I am addicted to my emotions, but sometimes they do not serve me. They go haywire and threaten to undo all that is done. It drives my thoughts wild with illogical faculties.<\/p>\n

Maybe I am just pushing myself too hard.
\nOr the traveling is starting to cause my fatigue.
\nMaybe I am doing too much in a short span of time.<\/p>\n

I can feel my aliveness and deadness at the same time, my push and pull. My swings. They consume and eat me. I am a fcked switch. Light or darkness, I don’t know. They are eating eating eating, working working working, fcking fcking fcking. They are driving me mad!<\/p>\n

Hong Kong is increasingly making me moody except for the fact that Milk Tea exists. I hate Hong Kong. I gota admit it’s not the best place for an introvert. No space, stuffy rooms, locked windows. Screaming kids, blaring advertisements. Snacks, consume, Buy, advertisements, MORE. Spend it all.<\/p>\n

Get me out of here. I need some oxygen, I need to feel inspiration. The creativity, the life. It is all missing. I am being suffocated by fifty stories high buildings on all directions. The skies are not lighted by stars but golden windows. Those golden windows, eating up the earth resources.<\/p>\n

But time kills, and time erases… time… is the real enemy.<\/p>\n

Our time is running out.<\/p>\n