Living alone goes full circle when you are leaving alone.
From the last Cry of Pugadlawin at work to the last mane mowing at this fun barbers, from the last batch of dirties to the laundry to the last tenancy notice that reeks of injustice and profiteering, from the last glimpses at my favoritest folks in the hood to the last draught of half-sugars,
this has got to be the most histrionic of the subdued
in human history.
On the heels of yesterday's spate of good news and a satisfying visit to my beloved Baclaran (and The Flash finale's feels),
today chooses to follow through bittersweet.
My deliberate tendency to be obscure continues to abuse this blog with ink that conceals itself from misjudgment or in hindsight, with philosophastering that screams vulnerability than wisdom (or a mix thereof).
My epiphany today: I am alone but I ain't lonely.
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