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April 2, 2019
(Continued...) Sometimes I feel like home has become a prison I made so I can feel free and deliberately imprisoned when I want to. Someday I'll understand what I meant by that. But going back to the previous entry about my hesitation in taking a photo in public. . . In some way, this hesitation may have been caused by a too-far-in-the-past incident in Baguio when a guy (goon) stopped me on the sidewalk and asked me to delete photos in my camera. See, I was taking photos of this pub (it had a quirky name or sommat).