At any time of the day in Saigon, you might be approached by street vendors selling lottery tickets, snacks. Even Buddhist monks hold a donation box but with fixed gaze in Zen steps i.e. barefooted on hot concrete.
Self-punishment. I respect the monks. Their self-control , from strict diet to dress code.
Life evolves around 8-fold path.
Born to suffer. Born this way.
The vendors of Saigon play their numbers game.
Lottery players do so as well.
They gather at close-of-business day for the winning numbers.
The more tickets you buy, the more money you lose.
Meanwhile, Mirage expands to Macau.
Numbers game again. Improving your odds.
Everyone is on the move. Einstein theory on motion (Earth rotates etc…). Gotta improve the odds. Gotta to change that luck. Gotta play the numbers game, however small the probability. Dream on, move on. Nghin nam sau soi da van can co nhau. Thousand years on, rock and pebbles still need each other. What a song and a line to be played at funerals. Quite fleeting.