Hinay-hinay nang hingbiya ang ngit-ngitUg gihagbong ang iyang mga bituon Ngadto sa kayutaan Ang uban gisalo sa mga dahon Naglatay-latay sa iyang tumoyan Natagak ug gisabligan ang ugang yuta Uban sa pagsidlak sa bag-ong ad...
Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
More of being just a thing.
I am imagining myself writing this in a powerless home. My fountain pen replaced my computer and my candles replaced my lamps. I am tired. I am hungry. I am cold. I have never felt like less of a philosopher, yet, I have never felt like less of a person. As I look out the window and see other homes with power, their televisions tirelessly switched ON, I feel all the more alone, hopeless and depressed. How can it be that a brief outrage of...
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