of escapism and further

I was fourteen when I realized I didn’t like where I was—Roxas City. Nothing much happened here; it was the same every day. The things I heard on the radio were almost the same, over and over. The same news about the supernatural sightings, news of unexplained phenomena—but no eyewitness to recount the scenarios. It... Continue Reading →

occhiolism

I have been moving around lately. Last year, I was only home for three months, and the rest of the year, I was away—I was in three different cities, all for work assignments, even until now. I get to visit home once a month, over a weekend, or I’d have an extended stay of four... Continue Reading →

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