Yesterday’s sunset along Santolan road captured all of my current feelings. The city appeared to be burning–an apt way to imagine the Battle of Manila that took place in 1945. But research aside, and no matter how heavy reading about war always is, it’s when we lose people that things become very real.
Wore my Cambodian scarf yesterday to celebrate cameraman Egay Navarro’s life. Today, I’m attending another wake–thinking again about what it means to live, what it means to be a father or a mother, a son or a daughter, or a friend.