I think it's relevant at this point to highlight - and emphasise - that treelover, in starting this thread almost exactly two years ago in the midst of the protests, posed the question; "Hong Kong: What Next?"
And that Rimbaud, with usual eloquence and prescience, presented in November 2019 the quandary and conundrum facing those brave young people who understood that they were taking a last stand at the front line of global Freedom; prepared to sacrifice everything, to put their bodies, their very existence, on the line in the face of overwhelming, insurmountable power, in order to alert others to the alarming danger that is coming to the world - all too soon.
More than TEN THOUSAND of them are currently under arrest. And hundreds already jailed.
(Re-read your Lord Of The Rings peeps!)
Rimbaud: November 2019 ...
"The CCP today, due to its abuse of big data and surveillance technologies, is a threat to civilisation like nothing since the Nazis ... can we get some perspective here - in the Mainland NOBODY can disagree, people who dare to face severe consequences, and that's what the extradition law would have brought to HK. Beijing supporters can still rally in HK, and post things online, and have pro-Beijing media, something that will be denied everyone else if these protests do not succeed."
Well, as it happens, under the cover of Covid-19 ...
The protests, obviously, did not succeed. And the Extradition Law was superseded by the all encompassing, ill defined, nebulous, Mainland-imposed
National Security Law.
And now we are lost. The frontline is gone. The dam is burst. The temple is crumbled in ruins. Freedom has fallen.
And the rest is history foretold.
treelover's question has been answered.
Over to you now, you good people ...
Wake the fuck up!
And please, Please, PLEASE, invest just four and a half minutes with your ears and your heart and immerse yourself into this. It's beautiful, haunting and prescient ...
And please remember ... Be nice to each other.
Blessings all. I love you. Bed for me.
Woof
There's a crack in the ice and it's coming after me
Should I wait and not blink, or should I run and get away
But every will would need a force
And once again there will be another way out, just like every time
So I go drowning and see what's coming next
I could go and have a drink with you, but I'm too bored
Oh, it could be nice but that's not what I'm looking for, what you're looking for
So why not leave it all behind?
Well, it seems so draining just to think about it anyway
So I keep going and leave it all untouched
I'm under control
I am well sedated and permanently sick
I'm under control
I don't care too much if I win or if I get tricked
I ran out of passion, but carry the weight
'til the end when I bury myself
Still under control, I'm taking it all from you
I go waste your time like any other day
Seems I look forsaken, and I'll be either way
And when I'm laughing it's my fault
And when I say that all these pictures on the wall are greyish anyway
I didn't mean it, they're only black and white