It's been exhausting being Filipino recently. One would think one would get numbed by the flurry of events: by incandescent words thrown almost blindly by the man the plurality made ruler, by disposed bodies of the unfortunate, by the crumbling institutions. I wish I'd just be numbed. Yet I'm glad I feel every bit of… Continue reading When bleak is bleakest
Month: May 2018
Johari Window
You think I don’t know what it’s like to not be beautiful? You speak like you do. You talk like you know of my struggles, like you’ve faced my pain, like you have witnessed me hunched over a toilet seat, a toothbrush dangling lazily from my lips, and not because I used it to clean… Continue reading Johari Window
Of perpetual finds 