Tag: prose
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Light Rail Transit
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.…
Marc Paulinus 