The year was 2002. We could have easily missed this. We only found out because we overheard the school staff coordinating the venue setup during breaktime – for a special guest, Sir Joey Ayala at ang Bagong Lumad. My ears…
It was late afternoon, and I couldn’t sit still. I told my mom I was going out, I just needed to isolate myself and be invisible, anonymous. Just me, my thoughts, and the twenty pesos in my jean pocket. Good…
One night, around 2004, I was walking home, carrying a heaviness sponsored by the existential crisis – the kind of emotional fog that dulls even the colors of the street. As I neared my house, I saw two silhouettes smoking…
