The past few days have been interesting. While I was walking home from ROTC, I noticed a bench in UP Diliman. On it was a small plaque with the words "Luis Beltran ... from ..." Actually, I can't remember the whole inscription, but I remember it was from his surviving family. It made me think. Would anyone remember him? With all of what's happening, will people remember the journalists and commentators who have reported and opined on the news?
Then, as I was in the MRT, I caught sight of the setting sun. A German couple behind me was also looking. "Look, the sun is setting," the German woman told her husband. I looked, and found myself wishing I could paint that beautiful sky.
I have so much to be alive for. The beauty in the disparity of life.
Mental note: Jot this down, idiot! This should be on the Asylum!.
Other stuff: riddling is over.
Previously: EFFIN BUG!