Cavinti
‘Time-Travel’ by the City Slicker
I was born and raised in Manila, cuddled by pollution, lullabied by the blaring
sound of traffic in the playground such as city streets and once clustered among
delinquents of the slums. The only glimpse of a pseudo paradise is when I
stepped into the automatic door of a mall and served an artificial dream in a
silver platter that feeds you to the bottom while draining your hard-earned
money in the form of contrived needs. While I grew up grappling the clout of
hardships and declared myself a...
