The Gung Fu Delusion

There they are, huddled together. They discuss ‘dissolving, flowing, chi’ over lattes and muffins. The mugs. They brim with excitement as they raise their cups and one of them pauses to bring up the subject of a new topic “do we pivot on our heels or on our toes”? Sparks of appreciation, and the glinting of veneers. Pressed shirts, and chinos. They discuss, they meet.

Elsewhere, we picture a man. He pauses, eyes closed. Inhales sharply and his exhale becomes a gust of mist as he breathes into the dawn of a cold morning. Black hoody, black shorts and black gloves. A room of tatttered leather bags. HIs eyes open, gaze fixed and purposeful. He continues.