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work. I watched as lights of red white and blue flicker in the blur of an accelerating train, each colour like a
different dream added to the magic of the city.
Every day at the heart of Hong Kong, employers and employees shed blood, sweat and tears to make
themselves know in their industry. As the experienced recede into the fading obscurity of age and the green
rise to the spotlight, it was almost like unravelling layers of rippling blankets, putting in all you can you tear
away the sheet above that filter out the light, and realising every now and then that there are millions of other
layers below, made of people whom weren’t as fortunate to have all the advantages you’ve had. The spectrum
alternates as each individual engages in a different stage in time, and it’s astonishing how large of a capacity a
miniature city has for ambition.
10:00PM 25 th January, 2026
Zhuhai, China
“Goodnight Jaycee,” my mother gave my forehead a peck and turned off the lights. I smiled in the dark,
with a genuineness I never thought I would be able to bear. Before I fell asleep, I peered outside as I do every
night to catch a glimpse of the little lights that shine from the streets. High above in the skyscrapers, dancing
flames of pink and yellow illuminate my dreams, gentle as a candlelit opalescence yet forceful as a striking
wildfire.
To my delight and that of my mother’s, I have grown to love Zhuhai, for the familiarity I get from this place
was no difference to that I missed about Hong Kong. It is eccentrically beautiful to love a place away from
home, and it is an interesting dynamic to feel your childhood dreams embraced in a foreign place.