Tag: fiction

Eve at the Ivory (tower)

Ngayong gabi: kasama ng hanging dala ng halumigmig ng ulan, ng mga pipip sa kalsada at ng minsang ting-ting ng aking window chime, ninanamnam ang ligtas na kinatitirhan.

Ngunit sa kabilang banda: kumakapit ako sa nabasang kwento ng isang batang estudyanteng nagsalaysay ng gulong nasa paligid niya. Kung saan ba sya papanig, kung sino ba ang paniniwalaan. Habang katabi ang mainit na kapeng arabica, nahihigop ako ng kanyang mga katanungan, at tila nadadagdagan ito sa bawat eksenang naaalala ko sa kalsada: ang mabagal na galaw ng PNR, ang trapik sa Kalentong at ang katabing ninakawan, at ang pagpasok sa kabila ng baha sa kanyang nilalakaran.

Naisip ko bigla: kasalanan ba ang dumistansya sa mga danas ng nasa pahina? Kasalanan ba na pilit kinakalimutan ang trauma ng kinagisnang Ondoy, Ulysses at Yolanda? Sa dami ng mga ingay at tanong, narito pa rin ako, tumatakas sa mga kinilalang poot ng mundo.

Poetics:

Sometimes, I ask myself if I was the only one feeling guilty on the life I chose. Maybe because I used to be part of the urban poor, but very privileged to graduate in a university with the course I chose to aspire, landed a high calibre work experience and finally, chose to own a unit in a high-rise condo away from the standard bungalow of Metro. Do I deserve to be living away from the before? Should I be indebted to the people arounde me, while I toil just to have a stash of good coffee?

After moments of guilt-trips and dilemmas, I learn to be grateful of all the experiences I’ve been through. It is extremely expensive to own a house for a single-income earner, but I make sure to say thanks to the higher being who guides me in my solitude. And I remember, my decision to live alone is my way of healing from the bitter memories.

A Look at Life and Love through Hiking Trails

Book Review: You are Here by David Nicholls

Upon receiving the kindle version of this novel, I thought to myself, “Wow, this could be my new life manual”, and I harked at the imagination because (1) I expected this to have less passionate and more pragmatic leads, and (2) I haven’t hiked Cumbria, only Pulag (and other mountain regions of Luzon) and Japanese alps.

The topography of the walking trails seemed to be wet and muddy even on the UK Summer as I read along, and it kind of contributed to the charming vibe of the reading experience. Marnie, the copyeditor who attained the WFH gig post pandemic lockdowns, finally embarked on a trip to the Northern England as she was seemingly forced by her friend Cleo (because the latter wanted the former to be “out there”), and met Michael, the geography teacher who has a complicated marriage.

What I find fascinating about this novel is how David inserted the narratives of the characters in the trails, describing the mood and the cadence of the story with the section of the trails they traverse. It’s very much different with Philippine mountains and terrains, but I am a bit envious that he was able to infuse the socially awkward conversations, and gushing then to lashing and those silent heaving moments. I remember hiking Batolusong with a tinder date and I only have heaves and sighs and random “tara, magpicture tayo dun!” because the mountains of Rizal is very hot in the summer. Maybe trekking Cumbria for ten days is good to win over a random friend (or a potential romance), or at least a good checkpoint if your special someone is still into you.

With all these walks, I find myself relatable to Marnie, as she has okay livelihood, sometimes sadgurl but oftentimes content. She has the discipline and a strong work ethic, hyperfocused on the deadline, and there are moments that she wakes up and simply looked at the ceiling. She has the moments where she is wary of romance, some snippets of curating her anecdotes, and trying her best to compartmentalize her breakdowns. What I can advise Marnie is that she can schedule her “crying session”. That way, she can be more productive when deadline is nearing, haha.

I also liked the open-ended tone of the novel, very much different from my OG life manual called One Day. Practicalities do come as a higher priority when you get older. Nonetheless, you have all the right to be hopeful and YOLO. I enjoyed my long and in-and-out reading pace because I have the leeway to check Cumbria on Googlemaps and hopefully save up some money to simulate the same in the future.