Hey there. Been a while.

Just three things:

  1. I’m finally a licensed physician (yay, after 100million years)
  2. I’ve been spending time applying to certain hospitals for residency in General Surgery
  3. Free time has been spent making works for my first chapbook


Dry, brittle, infinite spaces-

Reasons, for now:

  • She died, I started writing.
  • Longing & loneliness
  • If you let this chance go by, your heart will eventually become as dry and brittle as my skeleton. – The Glass Man (in Amelie)
  • My mother: “Anak, tula ba ito?” (“Child, is this a poem?”)
  • My sister, aged 11: “Ate Lyza, why doesn’t it rhyme?”
  • I lost reason / to write you that letter / I owe you.
  • Q: What is your body after you have left? Also, what is it really, to talk to someone on a Tuesday and find out by Friday that they’re dead? Sometimes, in the same day. What will it be like when I live in that life soon? People dying, differentiated only by the time and dates of their deaths.
  • Books. The desire to read. And read. And read. And leave bookmarks like footprints.
  • Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault – F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • There are some things that can only find their place in the page, I think.
  • Hope! The idea, not the cigarette brand.
  • The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me. – Blaise Pascal
  • What is the name you give a wave the moment it touches the skin of your feet and quickly retreats?
  • Do I dare / Disturb the universe? – TS Eliot
  • Visual art is not enough. What is a stroke to the sound of a word? I am greedy. So, need both. Maybe more. Everything? One at a time. But greedy. Hungry?
  • Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living. – Jonathan Safran Foer
  • Because I don’t want to stop.
  • Because you gave me reason not to stop, when you did. The way you slowly folded under the pressure, let defeat (or even that slight delay) consume your bones – it moves me, reminds me of fear and what it does, and what I would never want to be.
  • I love the distance this permits me to keep (and what else is there to keep, really?)


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