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started early

it was cloudy

till around 1100H

it rained heavy

documents to

be delivered

on the edges of

the metro.

chrome bags

never failed.

slices of time while riding

some patterns/Makati City

vanishing point/EDSA Timog

six of them in total,right in the middle of EDSA

view from the 9th floor/GMA 7

after a whole day ride/ Commonwealth Ave.

color only shows the surface

December 21, 2010 to June 21, 2011

Six months.

A grueling time for some.

We never wrote our experiences.

We memorize.

But as time pass,

we forget.

We tell ourselves that

"it is just another day"

"another eight hours at the office"

"what's for dinner?"

We realize the value of something,

or someone when they're gone.

Indeed.

But do we memorize?

Yes.

Wrapped in a time capsule.

It is inside our head.

We forget.

But when it is ready to be opened,

we [again] remember.

This six months is for,

again,

to my friends who've come,

of which,

most of them,

gone.

To my new friends,

please stay.

This is for you.

I want to open boxes

with you.

Boxes that capture images

of the sun.

Boxes that contain memories.

Trapped in a diary,

no one can ever read.

So we memorize.

And forget.

And remember.

c/RAFTY

Stiff brush no more

Drips and stains on the carpet floor