Into a cliff, I pushed you.

Here are photos from my latest day at the beach (which is actually two months ago.) I didn't enjoy it the way I was supposed to though. I was with a friend and his family, and I felt used. Anyway, an hour by the seaside will always be a lifetime of calm no matter who you're with. Let's keep that optimistic thought. Well, I am trying to.

Salty Hair, Sultry Air

Back to my childhood home, 2017

No Chance, No Romance

 

Unimpressed, Overdressed, Powerless

• You need a smaller angle to see what's in a higher place from below. You need a wider angle to see things below from a higher place. Trigonometry has many applications in life.
• People have different coping mechanisms: indifference, wailing, binge eating, endless talking. I'd rather keep silent. Preference for being alone does not always mean brooding.
• I am writing in bullet points again because there is too much to say, and I don't want to get lost in too much.
• Noli Me Tangere translated to English is one of the best books I have ever read. But oppression is always the saddest novel theme. 
• [Honest people] do not always get what their honesty and honest means and honest reasons deserve. Because balance is a myth, except in Alchemy, and Chemistry, and Maths. I love hard science. There is always balance. I love balance.
• There are too many people dying in violent situations. I do not want to wallow in this, because I am highly empathetic. Once I dive into the fact that so much ugly is happening, I fear I would lose my mind, my self. I do not want to go too deep. I cannot swim. I cannot swim. I cannot swim.
• I am not lonely. 

  

My mouth is dry.

They have pulled out of my mouth words I wasn't willing to speak. No matter how consciously I averted my gaze from theirs,  they have forcefully lifted my face with demands of making me see what I have known for so long: it was not my world - I did not belong there. I was a tourist,  an onlooker,  an unwilling observer.

I didn't ask for conversations.  I only wanted invisibility, silence, coffee.

 

Her footsteps were muffled by the mathematics of it all.

Borobodur, Central Java

 

A Study on Corrosion, Also: Attention Whore (Tryptic)

Different states of corrosion found in the periphery of three different art galleries (Art Informal, West, Blanc.) Reasons for taking these images: 1. Art is overwhelmingly tiring, 2. Poor phone cameras don't do art justice, 3. I'm badly skilled at taking gallery photos, 4. Hey, I should be cool right, breaking away from the norm? Nope.

Home is where the smell of sawdust and calluses is.

Furniture Factory, Las Pinas, 2016

My soul belongs to everything that will never belong to me.

Singapore, 2016

  

Glass Wind, White Hound

Langgeng Art Foundation, Yogyakarta, Indonesia, 2016

Pueblo De Los Secretos

Paete, Laguna, 2016

The elusiveness of the town's spirit is as sharp as its carver children's chisels. It is unwelcoming and unsettlingly quiet like the oldest man you'd ever meet who wouldn't talk about his youth, nor his seemingly unpresent disease. 

It wants you out of its borders; Its authority chokes you. Still, you couldn't help but bow down in awe and utter respect as it tells you, "You don't belong here, and never will..."

In Red Wine We Still Trust (also, The Cat Is Present)

I love you, but they made you a hype.

Found film rolls: Sagada, January 2014

I and my sick sense of ownership of things and places I can't really own: When some movie made use one of my safe places, my heart broke, feeling like the world have robbed from me something really precious, and I miss it, I miss it so much.