No longer dance

It's a strange thing. Earlier, overlooking Victoria Bay in Hong Kong this feeling of monotony pervaded my mind grapes. Somewhere along the way a very specific sense of awe inside me has been numbed. This isn't to say that I'm completely numbed to life. It's a matter of that which awes me being somewhat eccentric, or small. One sight that dumbfounded me was looking over the harbor in Busan, South Korea. The person I was tagging along with informed me that it's one of the largest in the world. Seeing the massive pieces of machinery integral to world trade and thus our way of life in general took me aback. One in particular was this massive water pump, maybe three or four times the size of my car. That really struck me as cool. Standing outside the Federal Reserve building in DC kind of blew my mind. Getting out into the middle of nowhere in the Appalachians will do something similar to me. Staring long enough at a single car in a junkyard gets my "engine revving" on a human level (people live a large part of their lives in cars, some people are even born or die in them). As to Hong Kong, it's cool. Don't get me wrong. But once upon a time, the very reality of being 12 time zones from home was immensely exciting in and of itself. Today, the Chinese are people just like Americans are and Hong Kong, Beijing, New York, Miami they're just places. And as strange as it may be, my existence here doesn't seem too different from that in West Palm Beach. Proximity simply enables me to partake in different activities.