The Tusks of Extinction

all of it began in killing that took place far away. That took place somewhere the people who thought of ivory as a material could not see. Killing that took place in an extraction zone.

It was the way of life. The density of the population. And its lack of connection to nature. To anything outside of the endless canyons and towers of man.

Hong Kong, too, was connected to nature. Yes—I saw that. But what I saw, I did not love. It was connected to nature, but only to draw it into itself. To consume it. Hong Kong was a vortex:

in Hong Kong everything was compressed, anonymous, tangled. Everything was the crowd, the mass. And I was always on the outside.