haliceraven

“Hey,” a plump woman in a flowery dress gave me a playful nudge, “Don’t forget us. Never. Ever. Forget us.” She gave her sweetest smile and walked away sipping her glass of wine. “Of course. Of course, I won’t,” I thought to myself looking endearingly at the woman who has been a mentor, mother and friend to me. With a glass of wine in hand, I stood by the glass window overlooking the buildings of Makati. The busy yet clean streets have grown familiar to my once poor sense of direction. Learning to commute – as one of my colleagues puts it – has cured the “illness”. No m

     It is dark at the end of the world. The sun went out a long time ago, but it leaves us a view of the stars that no one on Earth ever got.     It is cold at the end of the world. Without the sun, there is no light to warm us up. There are no breezes, though, so a heavy coat is usually enough.     Sometimes I stand at the edge and watch little crumbles of dirt tumble into the void. I wonder if the end is receding, if when I come back tomorrow it will be a little closer than it was yesterday. I never tried to measure it, though. If it was receding, then it was receding. There was nothing I could do but watch.     People came to look a