I had a teacher in high school who shared her visage with Tori Amos and Karen Peris.
Sleepy. Unproductive. Still finding the momentum.
Went home to the apartment in Cubao. Took the ferryboat ride. The wind was rather cold and gushing. People, especially the female youth were screaming frantically. Kids began crying when the ferryboat swayed to its sides.
Dropped by Handyman to buy some 3M non-abrasive cloth. Saw some mousetraps and bought one. I saw a sticky-type trap and saw a mouse inside the packaging. I thought it was a decoy, then it moved.
I went to PN to take pictures of the sunrise.
The distant bodies
Speak with coldness
Their voices shiver
and silently, they fade
I hope you’ll be all right, friend.
What do you all know about death?Barnes
Originally published in White Sugar, 1/4 (happyobituary.multiply.com).