13,577 steps
I have forgotten where kuya pete and ed lived here. Ate sheba was also from here. Inside an eskinits.
Vacant lot around where kya ed’s house may have been.
A grandpa kisses a child with down syndrome in front of his neighbors. He does so repeatedly as if to say hey i love him with all my heart no matter who he is.
This is the route I took the day we broke things off, the day before the symptoms started. I think it was a Monday morning after we slept over at the sister.
A walk i hve almost no memory of
A walk i am doing as if for the first time
Houses i do not remember
Unfamiliar walls
Turns i may or may not passed through
Oh yes of course another turn
A thoughtless, imageless, memory/less walk
And yet as I near the house I can feel the things I once felt
On bayan park, leaves of the lone bamboo greet me with the wind
A walk not taken for a long time becomes long
Memory: saw brother villanueva’s house. A women white haired sits on the stairs behind the gate, watching a magazine stand. Preaching. Motionlessly.
Memory of role play
Mais vendor arrives and people come out if their homes.
Walking at Leonilla Hill i realized hey there are lots of areas of Baguio unexplored by this feet. Wildernesses with no memories saved. These are new terrains. Blank canvasses to be painted. New places where I could explore something new.
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