Summer of 2004: A brief travel on foot
Memento mori. It's Latin for "remember, you must die."
I just wanted to walk cos I was bored. Under the burning midday sun, I was deep in thought and I was just walking to no particular direction. I went from street to street, into narrow alleys even the stinky ones with brown stagnant puddles. Nonetheless, I was preoccupied, deeply contemplating as I continue my pace. And then I stumbled upon a village, took a left at a random corner and just continued my travel.
I stopped when I saw this house—it was abandoned with its windows and doors opened. It had a modern design, the sort of design you would see in brochures and flyers of housing companies, and not really old and ancestral. So I thought, why would someone ditch this house?
“Naliligaw ka ba? Are you lost?” asked a man from another house adjacent to the abandoned house.
“Hindi po. No, I’m not.”
And then I realized that the road ended there and it no longer extends. And I don’t remember anything that happened thereafter.
I like it though.
on 10 April 2010 @ 6pm
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