July 18, 2019
Dear Tammy: I remember our daily fights about that pesky seatbelt buckle at the right-hand passenger side. Well, not daily, but you get my drift. Also, about me "controlling" cars with my words and worry. You tell me: "Here, YOU DRIVE." Now I'm in a train that doesn't know where to go. I'm in motion and trapped. Near Buendia station I often see this couple making love by the side concrete structure where there's water and garbage. "Train girl!" The woman shouts each time she sees me. This is freedom and prison. I'm both in heaven and in pain.