Unraveling history's alternate timelines

My visit to Hong Kong in 2019 as documented on Nov 21, 2024

Harmony in Chaos Hong Kong's Alternate Egalitarian Revolution Unveiled

My venture through the streets of Hong Kong today leaves me musing in bemusement, as I'm encased in the vibrant swirl of a protest. In this timeline, hierarchy has been thrown onto the bonfire of history, leaving behind the concept as quaint as wearing one's Sunday best—charming, but utterly irrelevant. Thanks to an ancient philosopher akin to a Confucian rebel, status here ebbs and flows like the tides, dictated by what I have discovered are "social stock exchanges." The notion is rather clever, with one’s standing as fluid as tea leaves in a slowly churning pot.

Walking among the throng, each step brings ever-changing scenery and characters whose roles in this society are ceremoniously negotiated daily. The atmosphere resembles a living, breathing art installation, fuelled by a democracy where literal votes shift every movement's momentum. Above us, enormous LED screens chart the protests' rise and fall—a leaderboard from an electoral sporting matchon a stage decked in neon.

Amidst this visual symphony marches a sea of officers, attired more for a modern art gala than authority regimes, sporting an array of styles assembled by the people they serve. Community-decreed "service hours" require each person to contribute artistically and civilly, a fascinating fusion of job and masquerade ball that has a way of reducing potential tensions with surprising efficacy as officers side-step their way through murals and minor squabbles alike.

Dining proves another adventure; eateries refuse fixed menus preferring merit-based cuisine where offerings change by the minute based on one's social credit. As I watch, a young student’s score elevates just enough for him to upgrade from the day's gruel to an exotic noodle dish, only to drop back moments later—an unlooked-for twist that's both riveting and rather inconvenient for a midday snack. It’s hard not to empathize with his grumbling stomach as I settle for whatever dish my current ranking entitles.

Meeting the locals becomes an impromptu lesson in adaptability, one young woman regales me with tales of "social trade-offs," a familiar gamble like that old-world stock market, but here, where value’s powdered with participatory efforts. She laughs, not unkindly, at my unfavorable fortune in the dining lottery and offers a tip—a smile wins more credit than a frown. She, dressed in painfully vivid hues with a mohawk that seems magnetically drawn to gravity's opposing ends, possesses a status akin to a minor celebrity due to her undeniable flair and unflagging extravagance.

The protest’s egalitarian charm hides what remains a deep-seated desire for independence, echoing global cries in myriad timelines. This relentless reinvention of societal norms lays bare an unintended consequence; a quest for order painted over in mesmerizing chaos, and yet, one finds the effect charmingly democratic. Every role, just as every piece of fabric donned, is artfully improvised each day, ensuring sartorial statements worthy of notoriety or infamy, depending upon the tilt of relations and societal whims.

Amongst so much transformation springs an easy temptation to reflect: does liberation from class tether the soul nearer tranquility, or merely camouflage disquiet beneath kaleidoscopic patterns? This timeline offers no answers likely to be replicated. Instead, reveling in liberty, they strive creatively—though it's clear stability remains just as elusive as any "real" escape from gravity’s pull.

Despite the surreal tapestry, the day-to-day hum reveals itself in mundane exchanges, confirming that time travel, for all the hues and intrigue it stitches along the way, can rely on the same constant—humans, ever creatively impelled, careening delightfully into entropy’s arms. With a final brush of my jacket, I glance back, enchanted by an offer from a street vendor testing my wits with a gamble of candy—a last token from this technicolor revolution before the timeline swirls me into the next discovery.

Onward, then. Now, where did I put that tea voucher?