A calm five-minute walk from my seedy neighborhood is the posh Cebu Business Park, where Ayala Cebu is located. Under the scorching heat of Cebu noon, I went out from my small place and I have noticed that skyrises gradually swallow the horizon before me, that they become higher, sturdy, disjointed walls of the city. I could see the elegant Calyx, beside it is the dominantly black-painted building, another condominium, I think. Chinabank building can be seen as well. And a skeleton of a building beside it. I know time will come that all spaces that I found dear will disappear. Cities re not here to please the people who love spaces—empty, green, and blue—the human who loves pretty walls.
Here are the walls I documented on IG. Walls that could speak volumes of who I am, of my taste on things. Or may not. These are the walls I have met along the way, and they are something dear.
Here is to more walls.
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!