i’m taking a deep breath of tropical smog, congesting my arteries with high-grade cholesterol. and i’m staring at the computer wanting to really write something of substance but there’s just too much to mention. hello, manila.
i found jun lopito playing a gig in makati. i gave barbie a beso the day after. this afternoon i cut my hair and i now look normal. my brother said there was a dead guy a few meters down the road who died of bangungot. i took my niece to ride the carousel at shangrila. my eyes are twitchy and feel weird, it might be the smoke. i don’t know.
where is home?