It's been a while since I posted anything in this blog. But I haven't got a call from the Grim Reaper yet. If there's been a complete blank out here, I have every reason to shift the blame on to the shoulders of the likes of Spinoza, Leibniz, Kant,Hegel, Husserl, Heidegger, Foucault, Derrida and Deleuze. But the lure of lights, shadows, colors and forms remain as fatal as ever and the clicks of the camera of that black box called the camera remain music to my ears.
The new year always arrives with mixed feelings for me: the past is gone and future is yet to come and it's understandable that many feel that that it's as good a time to make a new start as any other. And so, with trepidations and fumbling fingers, I clicked the "write" icon and tried my best to recall how to put together a new blog again
It's mid-winter but it doesn't stop the silent explosion of life.
I've heard and read bits and pieces about what's come to be called the West Kowloon Cultural District (WKCD) for a while but I never visited the site after actual construction of the relevant facilities began in earnest. Yesterday, I did so.
I first had to cross the highway serving the Western Harbour Crossing tunnel from the Kowloon Station of the MTR's Tung Chung Line to the seafront