It’s easy to have control over our choices and actions, whether in a tense operating room or in a mundane office; everything we need is just out of hand’s reach, and everything we understand surrounds us. However, from the city’s facade, there lays a reflection of something unknown in the distance--for it had banished control a long time ago.
How could anybody tame the forces of nature or succeed in a vulnerable market? Why take risks when we sleep soothingly in the city’s crib? What good lies behind the dominant green?
A promise. Every story has a beginning, and this is yours. It was never home to a retreat, a business, nor a farm. This is Aman Dusun’s promise.
“Though a tree grow ever so high, the falling leaves return to the root”