Writing about one’s hometown starts with lovely ruralish images—bordering between innocent homesickness and cheap tourism—and ends with a tormenting confession. I used to have motion sickness. Raised in farmlands and having mountains for playgrounds, the city was like the American Dream to the young me. I didn’t even know the existence of America then. Let memory bring the Tuburan that I knew, and let the present disrupt this memory. This will be a series of thoughts, recollections, confessions that may reveal the regrets and longings of my childhood home: Tuburan.
I wonder sometimes about the merit of that miraculous tenacity, that adherence to a lost landscape and a senescent language. A case could be made that they would have been better off melting into the landscape as no doubt many now forgotten did, adopting native tongues, stories, places to love, ceasing to be exiles by ceasing to remember the [place] they were exiled from so that they could wholly embrace the [place] they were in. Only by losing that past would they lose the condition of exile for the place they were exiled from no longer existed, and they were […]
Casaroro Falls, Valencia, Dumaguete, Philippines Backpacking with a Book is created with traveling as a creative process in mind. I travel to attempt to write. Although it is a constant struggle with words, traveling makes it bearable. I travel to know and understand not only the place but also the self within the place .
Museo Sugbo, Cebu City, Philippines “Ate, ikaw lay kuyog sa Rainforest Adventure bi,” texted Virhenia. She was running a fever, and her team won a free pass at Rainforest Adventure for the Halloween picture contest at work . But I had another plan in mind. I intended to visit Museo Sugbo, which is a ten-minute jeepney ride from my place—but so is Rainforest Adventure. The offer was tempting. Yet, I declined. I chose to be reminded by the past. Although I’ve been living in the city for seven years now, I’m still quite ignorant of its streets and history. I even asked the […]