Clichés remind and reassure us that we're not alone, that others have trod this ground long ago.

Freedom is the only thing we must demand in life, for all other good things stem from it

It kills me how these days everyone has clinical justification for their strangeness.

Sometimes one waits too long for the perfect moment before snapping the picture. You never realize that you needed was to change perspective.

We referenced fictional characters as if they were people to learn from. As if real-life people were too nebulous, too private and unreal for us to understand.

Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but can’t get.

You can’t bring an unwritten place to life without losing something substantial. Manila is the cradle, the graveyard, the memory. The Mecca, the Cathedral, the bordello. The shopping mall, the urinal, the discotheque. I’m hardly speaking in metaphor. It’s the most impermeable of cities. How does one convey all that?