OK, OK. I can feel the digital panoptical glare. I’m posting, OK? It comes and goes, you know. Sometimes it comes from strange places, and the likely ones, well, they are having a few drinks with you in a beach-side bungalow in Boracay. (I know, Boracay is so luxurious as to even allow such heavy use of consonance.)
I wrote no poems. I took plenty of pictures. I tried to take a few videos but they turned out poorly. Now, back in Manila, I have things to write about. No more excuses. Real posts coming soon. No one reads poetry anyway.