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Kilala kita. Oo, ikaw 'yun: Nagkasalubong na tayo minsan, sa LRT, sa Gotohan, sa kanto ng Aurora at Katipunan. Nagkatinginan tayo. Hindi mo ako kinausap, pero alam ko, nakilala mo rin ako. Kaya ka narito, di ba? Para sabihing, Oo, oo, ikaw nga 'yun. Naaalala kita.
na, mula noong 24 Enero, 2006, ang nakitambay dito
Thursday, December 28, 2006
They say all things aspire to it, and even they, aware of the chasms their voices draw upon ether, know that that, once uttered, becomes a lie. Many lies: An almost, a not quite, a maybe, a fissure gurgling floodwater. Yesterday’s newspaper tearing at the wind. A child’s fist, swollen from hitting the same spot on a wall, over and over again. Even seen things, held things, skip lunch to save up for it, write it on their yearbook questionnaires. I want to be silence when I grow up. I took a course on The Approximation of Silence, where each student has a blackboard all to himself and once a week everyone acts out a scene from a dream. Here, the rain. Here, a house, inside it a child, muffling sobs, whispering, “One day... one day...” And a wall, hurting, saying thud, thud, thud.