Day 74

You always seem to be at the corner of the footbridge – at the tangent where people go down the stairs and where passersby are met with an intersection -even though the sun is a little bit harsh in Manila. Is it because of the view of sun rays like komorebi? But instead of having them pass like chiffon through tree branches, they seep through the interstices of the concrete highways and steel bridges.

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