Day 61

There were yellow lines of the morning amidst the thick concoction of fog and smoke over Manila. Beyond the steel rods of billboards and the blocks of concrete buildings was a faint silhouette of clouds across the horizon, dawning that beyond what is man-made is the overwhelming size of nature not looming above but embracing everything; no matter how much the metropolis asserts its possession of itself and its people, all belong to the incomprehensible organic.

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