when all there is are you and me

Not even the lights of Causeway Bay can stir me. Not even the most tantalizing shopwindows nor the most symmetrical faces. Some nights, I am invincible. I can stand in front of the racing cars, and I say to them, bring it.

Tonight, from the cafe looking out into the atrium of Windsor House is a wish-wash of flashing colours. How are we to retain ourselves, our individuality, amidst this big refrigerator, this 'everybody' machine?

Forgive me if freedom is all I seek, and at the same time, fear, that one day I would fall. Anyone could, in a moment's weakness, lose sight of his dream, but what is to fear, when we know that all there is, one day, are you and me.