April 3, 2019
(Continued...) when this guy asked why I was taking photos (of a public place). He then instructed me to show him while I delete said photos. I don't remember now what I did, but I remember the feeling of danger. Looking back, this was how I felt in Baguio almost 24/7--out of place, doing something wrong, could be accosted at any time. Then again, I say things out of anger. When I'm not angry or resentful, I see Baguio for what it really is to me. My own, my heart, my balm, my dream, my constant. The works.