Lockdown 3

The world is burning, I wrote R, a good friend from India, a few days ago. The usual kumustahan via email (he isn’t on social media). Their lockdown was entering its second month, he said, and not to be outdone I told him ours had just passed its tenth week, officially the longest in the…

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Lockdown 2

In the middle of writing about narrative and historical imagination for thesis. First chapter, heavily theoretical, and I’m just plodding on. Every now and then, while trying to catch and solidify an idea, I’d pause, stare into space, the entire project just alien and befuddling. Beyond my flailing comprehension. On one hand haven’t done theory…

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Lockdown

Some nights back a friend, a resident at a private hospital in Makati, messaged and said, apropos of nothing, that he was Ph*9 for Covid-19. He is now in recovery, he added, just awaiting a confirmatory test result. Feeling needier and more vulnerable than usual, I asked him if we were going to get through this.…

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FQS daldal

If I can begin with biographical ek, I was born on February ’86, a couple of weeks before the ouster of Marcos and I started writing in the late 2000s. W/c means I’m a generation or so removed from the FQS generation. Even so I’d like to think that I can trace my own politics…

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Inventions.

The few friends I’ve told all laughed: it is turning out to be much more difficult to write fiction when you actually have to invent stuff. I am not being facetious (I think), and all writing is invention to some extent; but if anything it points to just how rudimentary my practice of fiction had…

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