It kills me how these days everyone has clinical justification for their strangeness.
Miguel SyjucoMots clés individuality life
Love and honesty don’t mix.
Miguel SyjucoMots clés honesty love relationships
To be an honest writer, you have to be away from home, and totally alone in life.
Miguel SyjucoMots clés writing
You can’t bring an unwritten place to life without losing something substantial. Manila is the cradle, the graveyard, the memory. The Mecca, the Cathedral, the bordello. The shopping mall, the urinal, the discotheque. I’m hardly speaking in metaphor. It’s the most impermeable of cities. How does one convey all that?
Miguel SyjucoMots clés philippines manila
We referenced fictional characters as if they were people to learn from. As if real-life people were too nebulous, too private and unreal for us to understand.
Miguel SyjucoMots clés life
Oh, how wonderfully romantic of you. Romantics are really only in love with themselves.
Miguel SyjucoMots clés life love romance relationships
I'm home and safe and filled with the comfort of being somewhere I've already been. The ruckus of homecoming is brutally enjoyable and everyone makes me feel like a champion. And all I had to do was stay away long enough.
Miguel SyjucoMots clés homecoming balikbayan
When I was young, I spent my days and nights trying to impress future generations. I spent them. They’re gone. All because I was deathly afraid of being forgotten. And then came the regret. The worst things of all worst things.
Miguel SyjucoMots clés regret
Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but can’t get.
Miguel SyjucoPerhaps we have stopped ourselves from being invented, from self-realization, by blaming others for our wordlessness.
Miguel SyjucoMots clés identity
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