December 27, 2020
Dec 5: Today I spend hours at the bus station, people-watching. I hate the smell here, it's all sorts of everyplace and everywhen culminating in the smell of dried-up puke and cheap junk food. I tend to be snooty when talking about something I love. Today there's a couple who have been sitting in front of the Manila-bound buses for hours now. They're alternately holding hands, hugging, looking ahead, leaning their head on each other's shoulder, crying. I regret I chose to watch this couple today. But I can't look away from their hesitation to be apart.