Personal Information
Organization / Workplace
Davao City
Occupation
Petri Dish Cleaner
About
This is my confession. I owe a debt now to society, to the friends I’ve let become strangers, to the promises I made myself but never meant to keep. They’ve been calling me at night and now I can’t get any sleep. The ringing is starting to be too much. I’ve been talking to myself to find out why I’m losing touch.
There is no answer yet; if you’d like to keep trying, please hang up and try again.
WHAT IS this freedom of the (feeling) writer?
It is freedom to be intelligent and informed. Freedom to be ignorant is not freedom, for what is freedom? Is it not liberation? And what is ignorance but a prison?
One should be prepared to die for freedom – and how silly it would