May 15, 2016
In 2012 before I came to visit you, I went to Iloilo with some friends. We went to this island where there's a pretty sandbar. There was one afternoon when we stayed at that narrow strip for far too long and the tide was rising fast. It was fascinating to watch the water lap at both sides of the sandbar, as if excited to cover it up for the night. We weren't specifically given instructions to leave the sandbar at a certain time. What if we slept on it and had no idea? What would we wake up to? Freedom?