caring is creepy

The gloom was creeping in and I was home alone. I can’t stop counting the hours, the days. I couldn’t help it. I had to go elsewhere.

So I did.

Soon, I found myself heading south, driving fast through the Expressway and out of Manila

and in Tagaytay in time for a late lunch. The fog was intense for most of the day so all there was to see was white. So I just read and read

and read some more even at Starbucks, where I came across my prom date from high school (strange strange STRANGE) and a couple of monks. I at least learned something new that day (that monks like a little capitalism and coffee from Starbucks?).

They also unfortunately got my name wrong and I’d like to think my voice wasn’t robotic at all to warrant that sort of spelling. At least one of the baristas pronounced it somewhat near enough (as “ai” like “love” in Japanese, and not A.I. like…Artificial Intelligence, like the rest of them did).

It was progressively getting darker but I wasn’t in the mood to go home just yet so I decided to head to my go-to place, and what is it with me and driving to Canyon Woods and racing the sun?

In any case, the sun beat me and navigating through that much heavy mist was quite the task. I could barely see a few metres in front of me.

Spent my time just walking around the clubhouse,

and did more reading, and a little bit of sketching,

and a whole lot of waiting

and waiting and waiting. What for? I couldn’t really tell you. But if I knew the answer, you know I would.