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Sunday, January 11, 2004

And now the thesis:

Some of us grow

as paragraphs do.

We punctuate our lives

with question marks

that loop whenever

logic leaves us.

-- Alfreddo Salanga



Sunday, night. Do not let them tell you -- after the long drive from Jimalalud and finally arriving back in the city narcoleptic, just when the night, like your heart in tatters, begins its dark descent -- that they have any right to claim the tossing and turning of your soul. It is fragile enough living the life nobody else dares to live. And it has no need for further quakenings, the way their wayward, illogical anger and demands go. You have enough of having to explain absolutely nothing, and trying to defend something that did not even come to pass. Do not let the tears flow: nobody deserves that much attention. Do not think your world has ended. Do not say anything. Just turn off the lights, curl up in bed, and think only that today is today, and tomorrow? Tomorrow is going to be the real new year.


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