I’ve been trying to give my life a comedic spin. If I can’t pull it together I thought I might as well make fun of it, di ba? But I just get lost more and more. It’s a nice afternoon. The dogs are sleeping. In my mind I am in Quiapo, walking aimlessly looking for something that probably doesn’t even exist. It’s not that I’m lonely. It’s the fact that the loneliness has become more piercing.
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