To work in a place where preparations for any city celebrations pulsate with urgency, I find it rather rewarding to see the diligence of ordinary people that are blurred in the grand celebration itself. Three nights ago, yellow-and-red banderitas started canopying the whole stretch of Gen Maxilom Avenue.
Walkers are ‘practitioners of the city,’ for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go.―Rebecca Solnit, “Wanderlust: A History of Walking” Alaska, Mambaling. The only contingent that doesn’t have a queen. Lee Gonzaga, the boy on my right, is the prince of his fisherfolk tribe. Despite their lack of coordination, they are the most grounded, the […]