“Three words, large enough to tip the world. I remember you."
I dream of the day when my being isn't such a big deal.
I have a voice. I have a right to speak my mind.
I can't believe I am saying this, but I actually miss the outdoors.
"the news might be fake but the message is true," right?
Unlike COVID-19, the virus of anger can be transmitted virtually. COVID-19 is quaking.
They have it worse.
Maybe we shouldn't shame people for voicing an opinion. Rizal wouldn't be mad about that at all.
... because all this relief effort and social distancing and policy making is all part of a more messed-up version of Miss Congeniality, and only one can win.
Right now, the ultimate expression of privilege is not brands on bags or fancy cars. It's comfortable boredom.