A day in paradise
Wednesday, August 15, 2007I may choose apathy or I can play autism but after a group of protesters armed with banners and never-ending chant passed before me, he caught my attention.
True to the form of Taong Grasa as defined by self-righteous society, he was comfortably sitting in his place in the sidewalk. He was wrapped up by his self-made world.
As if awakened, he stood up. With his precious dirty tuxedo, he put his hands on his hips and like professional model, he posed. After enjoying his new-found profession, he relaxed. He then engaged in a conversation with someone he alone can see. He nodded, talked, smiled a little then stopped as if to listen.




