Yesterday marked the last of Holy Week. I went home for three days, rendering this online home unattended, silent.
Yesterday I had a regretful afternoon and sought refuge in halu-halo, late unlimited-rice lunch, and J. M. Coetzee’s words.
He continues to teach because it provides him with a livelihood; also because it teaches him humility, brings it home to him who he is in the world. The irony does not escape him: that the one who comes to teach learns the keenest of lessons, while those who come to learn learn nothing.
—J. M. Coetzee, Disgrace
Hi there, I’m Jona! I’m in my early 30s and is currently based in Ha Noi, Vietnam.I primarily write poetry and short stories in Cebuano and lengthy travel essays in English. Blogging has become an outlet to think out loud. I live the life I set for myself. I try to live an unapologetic life. For collaborations, projects, and other things, please email me at backpackingwithabook@gmail.com. Find me somewhere else!
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Sorry about your regretful afternoon. Did the rice console you?
A buttload of rice did its job. 😉