Following are segments (or fragments) of my appreciation:• An empty street, or alley, or forest trail. A human figure appears at the farthest point, and begins making its way to the camera, or past it. No, she’d been watching from an upper gallery, and just made her way down to the theater floor. Maybe minimally, inadvertent and somewhat nervous whenever the bullyboys with guns punctuate their chants with a choral refrain that goes “La la, la la la ahh…”• On my second break after another hour, someone greets me in the dark. He reads a poem to a chichi audience at what appears to be an art gallery or maybe a café.

Source: Philippine Star April 29, 2018 16:02 UTC