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Just Caffeine pt. 12
In the 1990s, Manila was gripped by news of an aswang invasion, an umbrella term for monsters that prey on humans. The attacks seemed to peak in 1997, during the Asian Financial Crisis, and many took it as a grim recession indicator. Most reports of attacks came from the slums. Two of the biggest stories β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 9
I took time for myself to do nothing. Iβm someone who believes even nothing is routine. Maybe thereβs nothing wrong with admitting that I fell into routine? I studied, worked out, reread some books, and spent time with my husband, my cat, and my dog. I took time for myself because I wanted to, not β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 8
The notion of productivity, its very aura, had long repelled me. It struck me not as virtue but as bondage disguised in aspiration. I was, for some years, possessed of the faint and foolish belief that the acquisition of a Field Notes notebook, slim and vaguely masculine, along with an overly wet, lushly bleeding fountain β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 7
image: GalatΓ©e, Charles Jalabert Sleep comes and goes. I wish it lingered longer. These days, I only fall into it when Iβm utterly exhausted or medicated. And even then, I dream. Vividly. Uneasily. I’m sure it’s fatigue. Iβve been writing constantly this past month, for my blogs and for myself. I’ve been writing to fill β read more
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Just Caffeine pt. 6
image: Ophelia, 1872, Jean-Baptiste Bertrand Little by little, I chip away. Tasks, mostly. Chores. Sometimes I do them twice. There is always more. The world, meanwhile, continues: unmade, unmended. I refuse to be performative about being an immigrant (in social media). So, I’ll just stick to drinking my lattes and supporting small, local businesses, and β read more
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