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One man amidst a sea of others. Yes, he queues for his ticket, a twenty-peso fare—Kamuning to Taft Avenue. He, but one sardine in a can, counting stations to and fro. A bridge over the dead river Pasig; crepuscular caverns that smell of carcasses, left over from the Martial Law that leads into Ayala Station. Read more
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What does it mean for a vote to be moral? Is it good because it contributed to this or that candidate’s victory—and that that candidate shall bring about good? Or is it good because it reflects the voter’s actual principles? There are two breeds of voters for whom this rings true: the (overwhelmingly neoliberal) bourgeois Read more
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Objectivity aside, I like to think of my digital self as being akin to my physical presence. In other words, I like to lurk about and wander from place to place like some vagabond, until I am able to feel somewhat that I belong, that I am loved. However, this version of my digital self Read more
Marc Paulinus 